I was going to start this, then I thought I sholud get over myself and hold my tongue.
But, I'll keep it short, I guess. AIDA was the first show I fell in love with, and no matter the critical eye I've developed since falling so in love, it's still my favorite musical. Despite the problems, I loved every beautiful minute of it. And, after all, it is responsible for introducing me to the one and the absolute only Mr. Adam Pascal, which gives it some credit on its own.
I'm not really that sad, though; more like nostalgic in a "Oh my GOD, how fast a year goes by" sort of way. There are so, so many memories wrapped up in the times I spent seeing the show. I miss you, AIDA. (However, I do admit that All Shook Up is a fun little show - I'm glad the Palace is its home.)
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 9/5/05 at 10:06 AM