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The Sanctuary of Schwartz (Jump Gene... Check!)



You bet your green perky ass I've got the JUMP-gene. Your green perky ass, I say!

Five times.
Five.
Times.
Five.
Cinco.
And I would see it five more times and five after that and five after that (infinity... and beyond. Wait.)

Getting to have the experience that is "Wicked" is spiritual in nature for me. Sharing it with my brother who loves the show was a highlight and something I will treasure always.

My sis-in-law who is not as devout a fan cried and I was heartened that she too was attending the sanctuary of Schwartz. My nieces and Robert (Mer's boyfriend) were awed as well.

There is something about that show... magic, true, fun, heaven.

I want to see it again.

The last time I was in Memphis was when I auditioned for "American Idol" and my Father and Mother went with me. It was bizarre to walk the streets that Dad and I walked together and not have him there. It was odd because I thought I had really said goodbye to all the places that he dwelled, but... I forgot about that one.

I could not help but wonder if he would like "Wicked". I like to think that he would and would have delighted in my obsession.

I have never wanted to play a female role, but DAMN I want to be Elphaba. To defy gravity and have that orchestra underneath me, to be bathed in that glorious light... DAMN DAMN DAMN!

Highlights of this performance were "Defying Gravity", "Popular", and "No Good Deed".

"For Good" made me cry for it will forever remind me of my Father.

Funny how he drifts into moments that I did not foresee... it is like he is still alive and is that parent that NEVER calls and just drops in at the most inopportune times. Well, Dad, I will welcome you in, no need to fret. :-)

To "Wicked",
to defying gravity,
to my brother, Brandon who was so "in it" he was singing along at times and saying words,
to Dee for crying and going there,
to Caitlin for singing some of the songs in the car,
to Merit for smiling a Cheshire Cat grin,
to Robert for saying he loved it,
and to Dad, who taught me to be unlimited and that "everyone deserves the chance to fly"...
Thanks for visiting the Wonderland of live theatre with me.

Wicked is my favourite show, period.

Dustley (This is for you Dee. Ha.)

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