My heart sank the moment I woke up this morning, after only a few hours of sleep anyway. It's strange; the first show I ever loved was AIDA, and when that closed, I was so, so upset. It had been in my life for several years, so of course I was sad to see it go, and I still do to this day miss it sometimes, but I never did the way I will miss Company. I loved Cabaret. I loved Sweeney Todd. But it was never like this -- it's hard to explain, especially after just waking up, but I'm sure some of you guys know what that feeling is like, to just connect with something. I feel like someone has extracted an actual
part of my life. I know that's terribly silly, but because this time I actually live in Manhattan and was able to see it often, it really did have a big presence in my life. I feel as though I have lost something as irreplaceable as a close friend. I will be forever grateful for the time I did have with it, but hate that I will never experience it again. And sure, people will say to me that it's just a musical, but I suppose people here will understand how sad it is to let go of one of the most wonderful things you have ever experienced.
/end internet therapy session.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 7/2/07 at 10:23 AM