Ah,, what to do in the evening, what to do?

Several choices.  Ok.  TONS of choices.   See one of the 300 Cirque shows.  Gamble.  Go to see a Comedy/Magic/Showgirl show.

I chose the Phantom of the Opera.  Not my most favourite musical (oh, how sad it is that I actually HAVE a favourite musical) but it leaves tomorrow and I thought, hey, see it while it’s here, I’m not likely to make it to NY anytime soon.

So I bought a ticket.   And took a nap.

At 6:30 went down to see the show.  It was so cool to see a lot of people dressed up, guys included.  Me?  I had clean underwear.  That’s about all I can brag about.  However, one time it would be nice to dress up, maybe put on a mask like quite a few people did and become a part of the music of the night.  Not tonight though.  Tonight, I still smelled of gunpowder.

The musical was fantastic.  Being a simple creature, I am amazed by simple things.  Ballerinas that can stand on their toes.  Singers who can sing so beautifully it makes people cry.  Not me.  No, not me, but others.

Phantom is like that.  There are no CGI effects.   It’s all old-fashioned stage management, orchestral music and human voices.  It’s simple and wonderful.

Due to my late decision, I didn’t have the greatest seat but I didn’t need it.  The theater carried every word, every whisper to every corner.  I felt the music soar.  Chills pimpled my neck when the Phantom’s chick hit her high notes.  I could marvel at the way they changed the sets and look around for the Phantom hiding in the theater.

I loved it.  I loved that it made people cry, (again, not me, no, not me).  I loved that it had a timeless story, deformed boy mentors pretty girl, falls in love with her, she falls in love with handsome man, deformed boy goes kinda nuts and sings a lot.  Hey, it practically writes itself.

I left feeling like I wanted to sing.  Don’t worry, I didn’t, I don’t have the voice for it, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if I did?  Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could sing like this guy?