Today is a huge day. It’s a day I’ve been waiting for since early November of last year. The tickets have been bought, the dress has been selected, and my date arrived last evening.
Today, I get to see my first off-Broadway play.
Today, I get to see “Wicked.”
|This is my “OHMYGODI’MSOEXCITED” face.|
I was a senior in college when Wicked first hit the stage. Like all successful musicals, the Broadway stars made their rounds to all the daytime talk shows, to promote the show. I watched Kristin Chenoweth sing her brains out on the Rosie O’Donnell show. I saw both Kristin and Idina Menzel belt out “Defying Gravity” on award shows and late night talk shows. I vowed to see it on Broadway, in New York City, before it ended.
Last fall, Brian and I were watching Jeopardy, eating our dinner, and minding our own business when a commercial, announcing Wicked was coming to the North Charleston Performing Arts Center, came on the screen. I squealed. I cried. I jumped up and down. And I begged Brian to take me.
We bought the tickets as soon as they went on sale.
I’ve been patiently counting down the days on my Donnie Wahlberg calendar while harmonizing with Kristin on “Popular.” And the day has finally arrived.
About 2 months ago, Brian made it plain that he wasn’t interested in going to see the show. (He’s not into musicals. I know, he’s a crazy person.) His response to my excitement? “I’ll go if you can’t find anyone else who wants to go.”
So I offered the ticket to the one person in the whole wide world who I knew would be just as jazzed as I was by all the jazz hands. Brian’s Aunt Tina.
The first time I met Tina, we all climbed into my car to go out somewhere. My huge CD book (remember those?) was in the backseat. As we drove through the little town of Boone, headed toward our destination, Tina flipped through, checking out my taste in music. Suddenly, she exclaimed, “You have the soundtracks from Little Shop of Horrors, Annie, AND Oklahoma!!?!! You’re the ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD that I’ve ever met who has all three. Well…except for me.”
We’ve been thick as thieves ever since that moment.
And so, tonight we will pretty ourselves up. We will brave the traffic and drive to the coliseum. We will be there earlier than anyone else, and we will stand in line singing “Popular” and “Defying Gravity” and “I’m Not That Girl.” We will bounce up and down in our seats until the house lights go down. We will take in every single aspect of the production, from lighting to costumes to staging to props. At intermission we will giggle like school girls and relive all the wonderful moments we’ve just witnessed. We will race back inside the theater as soon as the bell dings to signal the end of intermission. We will sing along with all our favorite songs. We will cry when Fiyero dies, and when Elfie takes to her broom, and when Glinda mourns the loss of her friend.
And when it’s all said and done, we’ll get in our car, drive back home, and talk about the show for the next 3 weeks to anyone who will listen, and to some who won’t.
Today is a huge day.
Today, I see Wicked.