Our Musical Theatre

My Life Is A Musical

Our Musical Theatre
Our Musical Theatre

This afternoon, my son presented his musical to me — complete with comfortable seating and a snack. It was about eating a HUGE LUNCH. The big number was I GOT CHEESE.

I understand where he’s coming from. I have always wanted my life to be in a musical. The idea of people walking along just living their lives and then suddenly breaking into song and dance? BE STILL MY HEART.

The first musical I ever went to on Broadway was Cats. I arrived with every song memorized and had even read the T.S. Eliot poems of which the show is based. (Crazy cat ladies rule.) I remember that the theater went dark and I could hardly breathe. The cats walked right by us and I didn’t know whether to smile and jump away. And as the music swelled, the world on the stage was the only one I knew.

After that I went to all the major Broadway shows armed with the songs in my head and on piano: The Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon, Les Miserable. I even went to the smaller ones Like Jelly’s Last Jam, Chicago and Smokey Joe’s Cafe.

I think that it’s why I cry at almost every YouTube flash mob. Tears of jealousy.

So in college I told a few friends of this musical dream. How I wished for the day where we’d be sitting around talking about the usual boys, beer and social oppression, and suddenly, we’d all SING.

I had a partial song from my sister’s middle school chorus concert that I used as an example of JUST HOW THIS COULD SPONTANEOUSLY HAPPEN:

Person A: It’s snowing!
Person B: It’s snowing?
Person C: Hey look it’s SNOWING!
Person A thru C singing: SNOW IS FALLING SOFTLY FALLING OH WHAT A WONDERLAND IT WILL BE.

And then I went on my unmusical way.

A year passed, and I continued my quiet college career of changing majors five times.

As usual, I was sitting on the couch avoiding homework while my closest college friends, C & C, were looking out the window.

C: It’s snowing!

Other C: It’s snowing?

I looked up and my heart filled up to bursting because IT’S HAPPENING SPONTANEOUSLY and I yelled: HEY LOOK IT’S SNOWING!

And all three of us sang.

Who knew that someone could love me that much?

My life had been completed. I’m surprised that I didn’t die right then and there. Or at least end up disfigured wearing a mask and kidnapping beautiful singers with the hypnotic Music of the Night.

It was THAT AWESOME.

More years passed, and I met my husband. As always, I relayed the story of musical awesomeness.

And now, without fail, whenever it’s snowing and my darling husband is home, my life goes musical. If only I could get the kids to sashay in unison, the dream would be complete.

Since it’s hard to understand the fantastic-ness that I’m describing, here is a video reenactment (If you can’t see the video, click here.):

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

41 thoughts on “My Life Is A Musical

    1. I too expected I Got Cheese, but enjoyed It’s Snowing immensely. I laughed, I cried …. 🙂

  1. Brilliant! I’ve always wanted to live in a musical, but no one in my life is willing to spontaneously sing for me. My husband just thinks I’m an incurable dork and rolls his eyes every time I try to serenade him.

    1. I’ve found if I give Chad a cue, “Now you say, ‘badabada bam'” and then stare at him hard enough and long enough, he’ll follow along.

      Half-heartedly, of course. So I just make sure I give him small parts.

  2. There is a salon near where I work that pipes music outside and so whenever I walk to my car, I have the physical COMPULSION to start skipping, flipping my hair and singing about my life.

    One day (when it’s dark), I just might.

  3. Alex! I remember when “Aunt K” and I sang that song in middle school – here are the full lyrics – http://www.metrolyrics.com/its-snowing-lyrics-a.html

    Oddly enough (or maybe not so odd since this winter has been INSANE!) it’s a full snow globe in NYC today – so I will definitely continue to sing/hum this the rest of the day. If only my coworkers would burst out of their cubes and join me…

  4. I randomly burst into song or sing what I am saying… I’ve done it so much that my husband now does it occasionally without even realizing. I am slowly building my way up to living in a musical….

    And I am ridiculously jealous of flash mobs too……..

  5. I am totally with you on the life as a musical thing. And thankfully, I have a great group of friends who not only love musicals, but know just about every song from Broadway. It’s really incredible. And when something happens or is said that reminds one of them of scene or a song, they sing it. And others join in. In harmony! This happens everywhere. In church. At a restaurant. In my kitchen. It’s more than awesome!

  6. I tend to burst into song on occasion. This a accompanied with my family and friends urging me to shut up. Not that I sing poorly but rather because it attracts the stares of strangers.

    What Life truly lacks is a soundtrack…with danger music.

  7. Just another thing we joyously share. I LOVE musicals! And clearly you and I haven’t spent enough time together for me not to know this about you. And if we spend more time together then the two of us can do this WHENEVER WE WANT! Complete with jazz hands baby!

  8. This post? Irreputable confirmation that you are awesome. As if it wasn’t already blatantly obvious from the zombies, aliens and movie list.

    When I was 19, I worked at a certain 24-hour diner with a guy named Rob. Rob was a performer – usually at Ren Faire – who loved any opportunity to show off his vocal talents. What does this mean?

    While I was taking an order at Table 7, Rob would leap over the counter, run up to me and start singing a love song, taking me into his arms and waltzing us around the dining room. Also, he did show tunes, pop numbers and once, oddly enough, a re-enactment of Jaques Cousteau’s program about stingrays using a pancake.

    I, raised on a steady diet of musicals, thought it was awesome.

    Now, on any random day, I burst into song and start dancing around. Usually the house. Sometimes the store. Almost always at Disneyland. I’m working on getting the rest of the family coordinated so that we can be our OWN flash mob.

    Because I really, really want to be a part of a flash mob. I actually scour Craigslist on a weekly basis, just LOOKING for the chance.

  9. Yes, I have always wanted to have people randomly bursting into well choreographed song and dance in the real world! Generally, I am too chicken to do it myself. (But, I would so follow the mob mentality if it was dancing!) Failing that, I have a song quote for nearly every occasion 🙂 Most, but not all, from musicals.

  10. I LOVE life as a musical. I tend to sing, opera style [which believe me, I have no business doing], just for funsies.

    Also, when I drive the girl and her friends to hither and yon, I crank out the pop music and sing sing sing.

    Plus, the husband will tend to answer me with rap lyrics.

  11. I was a very musical child. I was always putting on “productions” that had a slightly dark humor. One of the favorites was a one act-er about The Night Before Christmas, except everything goes wrong. Like, the stockings fall down and Santa is clumsy. They I grew up a little bit and wanted to be one of Michael Jackson’s backup dancers. And then I grew up a little bit more and realized I’d rather make mischief.

  12. Yes yes yes! I remember the glory that was our spontaneous musical! I think in later years, Charlotte and I tried to reanact it in NYC. But it was never the same without you, Al. Ahhhh those were the days.

    Now that I’m in Miami I think I’ll have to create a “it’s sunny” version and get some others on board. Though, again, without my partners in crime it really won’t be the same 🙁

    Miss you!

  13. You should see Wicked – well worth it! And how on earth did you get your hubby to do that? No matter WHAT my wife would do, there’s no way in — uhh, well, yea, I guess there are several things my wife could do to make me do that. Nvm.

  14. oh my lard that was pure awesomeness!

    also, I did not know you were a muiscal junkie! one more thing we have in common. *sigh* I didn’t know it was possible to love you even more.

  15. What a wonderful, creative son you have! And how terrific that your significant other is so awesome, he’ll help you act out your dream of a living musical- on tape.

    As kids, we made my parents sit through poorly acted plays and songs. I can’t wait for my munchkins to start doing that. Right now, they are more focused on drawing their masterpieces instead of acting them out. It’s just a matter of time, though.

  16. It is wonderful…this snowing musical world of yours. The fact that there is also dancing is beautiful.

    Once, I had a dream in musical form. It was glorious.

    My daughter is always willing to break out into spontaneous singing with me, which is a great comfort. (My husband/her dad is always willing to back away from us while pretending he doesn’t know us if he thinks that other people are watching, which is not quite as comforting)

    Being a part of a flash mob is my (not so secret) dream. We should organize one…at a blog conference or something. We could rule the flash mob world.

  17. I too would love to live life as a musical! The problem: no one else shares my wish 🙁

    My fix to this brainwashing my child to think that this is a norm: I burst into song and dance at random intervals throughout the day (even in public, I usually get left singing and dancing in the store), I also have imposed musical day once a week where we watch movies like Rent, Chicago, Hairspray, Music Man, My Fair Lady, ect.

    I am proud of E for embracing his musical soul! Also Scott ROCKS!

  18. Years ago, David Letterman sang part of “Memory” from “Cats” on his show, only he sang it wrong. It cracked me up, and to this day I occasionally look at my own kitties and burst into, “Midnight! And the kitties are sleeeeeeeping!”

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