Photo by Ben Becker
By Joanne Moon
The first time I watched a musical as an adult, I was on a date in disguise – the kind where you don’t know you are on one and the other person counts on your naivete to take you on it.
At a whoppin’ eighteen years old, I was at a theatre I don’t recall now, watching the stories of these people with references I didn’t fully understand but their singing, the movements, the tension and its release in the air captured my attention. (more…)
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