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.):