No One Mourns the Wicked...Except Me

I'm obsessed. I'm crazymadpsycho. I need to livebreathedream this story. I can't even begin to explain my love for StageElphaba, let alone for BookElphaba. Oh...BookElphaba...your poor tragic creature. I loved you from the moment you uttered "horrors" and then kept repeating it to freak everyone out.

Today, I almost, almost, asked the Oz Boutique assistant how she got her job. The words were on the tip of my tongue and I was about to be outed as a dire, dire, tragique. Then, out of nowhere, common sense (I don't know whose, but thank-you nonetheless) came flying out and wonked me over the head - duh, she probably works for the Regent Theatre and is therefore not actually affiliated with the production. Then I almost, almost, asked her how I'd go about getting a job at the Regent.

Suffice to say, I made a hasty exit as the atmosphere of the place is obviously damaging to my mental capacity. Only I wound up wandering blindly up Flinders Lane with no intention of seeking autographs or photos at stage door. You know how you get someplace and you don't actually want to be there, but there are people who are watching you and so you don't leave just because you don't want them to watch you leaving approximately ten seconds after you arrive? No? That's just me? Alrighty then...

It was something very much akin to embarrassment that sealed the deal and resulted in my depature. I was actually going to follow Lucy down the street but it seemed a bit creepy, what with the people standing around to witness me stalking after her, including Madame Morrible, and she's just effin' scary. Lesson of the day: be prepared to actually want something from the actors if you're going to skulk around stage door with the pubescents.

And finally...front row seating is quite awesome in that you can see practically everything, including everything on the actors' faces, but it does have some downfalls:

• you may be distracted because you can see practically everything and then it becomes a game as to what you can see - where are their microphones? What is that on their foreheads? Is it their microphones? Why does Glinda get to wear pink underwear to match her pink dress while everyone else just has to make do with plain old black, no matter what colour their costume is?
• no one tells you that you're in prime position for dry smoke inhalation
• no one tells you that the ensemble is going to hurl bits of streamer at you
• you will not be able to see the big dragon overhead without craning your neck
• you will also not be able to see the two flying monkeys who spaz out above the A reserve seats
• you will invariably find yourself watching the conductor at work instead of what's onstage
• you will also invariably find yourself craning to peer within the wings when you catch a glimpse of actors waiting for their cue, and this will somewhat ruin it for you
• you may strain your eyes looking for Elphaba's curtain-platform during Defying Gravity. Then you will miss half the song trying to ignore the obvious stage mechanisms of the entire affair
• actors will look directly at you. Multiple times. And it is unnerving to have "Kill the Witch!" screamed at you from two metres away
• you may be seated next to two cougars who think it's alright to wonder aloud if Millsy is too young to sex up during the show. You'll then be subjected to their catcalls for him at curtain call. This last point may apply even if you're not seated front row

Of course, nothing here will deter me from trying to reach my goal number of viewings before the show closes its Melbourne season. What can I say? "I'm beautifully tragic!"

That 'Guess the Song' Game That Everyone Does

So, I saw this over at Recap That! while I was perusing recapping blogs and I thought I'd give it a go. Dolly, this is for YOU and the sadness over my lack of blogging. Big love!

Rules:
Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 30 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!
Step 5: If you like the game post your own.

1. I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation, you're living in the past it's a new generation
2. This world, this world is cold, but you don't, you don't have to go
3. I look at the sunrise, I look at it earn, I look into your eyes, don't know where to turn
4. Broken arrows along the shore, seems you intended to come back for more
5. There is a wall that runs right through me, just like the city, I will never be joined
6. So you say I'm too quiet, holding things up in my head
7. You say yes, I say no, you say stop, I say go go go
8. Now I'm in a band, people try to make me do things, kiss arses, and pay tribute
9. I'm so tired my feet don't touch the ground, I love the sky so much, I just fall straight down
10. Is that someone you used to date? Why is she hanging around here, what's her story?
11. Me and all my friends, we're all misunderstood, they say we stand for nothing and there's no way we ever could
12. Getting too busy to make amends, I should try to make it right
13. All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown), and the sky is grey (and the sky is grey)
14. Scold me, that's all you've got to say, coldly hurt me and turn away
15. I hate myself today, I don’t know what’s happening to me, I hate my face today, I think I look so shitty
16. The name on everybody's lips is gonna be, Roxie, the lady raking in the chips is gonna be, Roxie
17. From an empty room on the first floor, as the cars pass by the liquor store, I deconstruct my thoughts at this piano
18. Alright, so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone, you're just doing your own thing and someone comes out of the blue, they're like,"Alright, what ya saying, yeah can I take your digits?" and you're like, "No, not in a million years, you're nasty, please leave me alone."
19. I'll seek you out, flay you alive, one more word and you won't survive
20. I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins, all of your street light eyes, wide on my plastic toys
21. Well I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music, do ya?
22. I spend the afternoon in cars, I sit in traffic jams for hours, don't push me I am not okay
23. We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when, although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
24. I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy, I'm freakin' you baby, drivin' you crazy
25. I want to live, where soul meets body, and let the sun, wrap its arms around me
26. She was more like a beauty queen, from a movie scene, I said don't mind but what do you mean I am the one
27. I heard you on the wireless back in fifty-two, lying awake intent at tuning in on you
28. Little boy on my telephone, you've been away now you wanna come home
29. I've had a little bit too much, all of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
30. I am colorblind, coffee black and egg white

I did skip songs but they were instrumentals.