Ahaha, I love Elton John, too. But my parents can't stand him and are always talking about how awful he is, so they don't know that fact about me.
So, I'm a little bummed... this is my final year of high school, and the SEVENTH YEAR IN A ROW that I haven't had a single class with my best friend, or lunch.
But on the bright side, my chorus teacher (who's playing Evita in a dinner theatre show and is doing a fabulous job) was talking about how the costume person for the Broadway production of Evita was fitting her into some of Patti Lupone's costumes (because my chorus teacher is literally the skinniest person I've ever seen-- Patti LuPone must have been more than twice my chorus teacher's size when she was in Evita), and the dresser guy kept telling all these stories about how crazy and diva-ish and scary Patti LuPone was to work with. And also that she'd wipe her snot all over the costumes.
In my pants, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun! --Marius Pantsmercy