A great story can do such amazing things to us. It can renew faith, bring hope, flutter our hearts. It can show us somehting we never knew and change our minds forever. A great story can boil our blood or bring us to tears...and the latter is exactly where I was yesterday.
My mom and I saw a performance of Wicked at our local theater yesterday afternoon. We'd wanted to see it last time it came, like two years ago, but it just didn't happen. So this time my mom wanted to go and take me with her, her treat. You can't turn that down!! :) I'd heard from every single person who saw it how awesome it was. And they were so right. If you haven't seen this show, definitely do it!
But what really got me was the love story in it. I am a sucker for a great love story. And this one was one of those stories of forbidden love that isn't supposed to be...it isn't supposed to work out...but it does. And everything you thought in the beginning is wrong.
I stood there at the end, clapping manically, holding back tears so hard that it hurt my head.
Just. Wow.
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