I'm not quite sure how a Broadway show can be life-changing but I've heard those words applied to "Wicked" often ... and I agree. For years, I heard about it but thought ... nah, not for me. Then finally, as part of a staff celebration, we took our staff to Omaha to see the traveling version of "Wicked." If that's what you can see ... do it.
But then ... we had the chance to take my mom to NYC. My sister Cathy wanted to see "Wicked" ... Rob did not. I'm not sure that my mom did either. But others did and the majority rules in our family (because, btw, while we started with Mom, Cathy, Rob and me on Mom's first trip to New York, we ended up with 10 of us ... what a celebration!).
Cathy vigilantly searched for tickets ... paid a premium but we had seats in the 10th row ... all of us, with the exception of Suzanne, but Rob managed to snag a good ticket for her on our way into the theatre (Suzanne ... living under a lucky star ... will be discussed in some future blog given over to sisters!).
"Wicked" IS a story about accepting people for what they are ... and not what they look like. They echo my admonition that I don't care if you're purple or pink-polka-dotted ... expectations are expectations (said sternly to certain students in my junior high classes!). Green was beautiful in "Wicked" but it was also the story of how we are BETTER than we can hope to be ... made so by those around us that we love. I sat next to my sister Cathy and we held hands and cried ...
And if you're a guy ... well, Rob didn't cry ... but he admitted ... and this is a New York City boy, mind you ... that this was the best Broadway show (next to the Man from LaMancha) that he's seen. And he agreed that it was worth every penny of the admission ... and it was a pretty penny.
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