...one of them is sick!
For as long as I can remember, I have loved watching people perform. From the first time I saw a play, I was hooked. It was a stage production of Charlotte's Web at Flint's Whiting Auditorium.
I haven't had much opportunity to indulge, though.
One of the lovely things about living in a big city is the chance to see. Plays. Opera. Broadway meets Beale Street at the Orpheum.
Last Friday, Steve and I got all gussied up and Steven took me to see Fiddler on the Roof. With Topol. The real Topol. It was amazing. He was as brilliant as you'd expect if you've seen the movie. He can say more with a simple shrug or wink than you'd think possible. This man is 73 years old but that didn't curb his energy.
At the end, he bowed to the ecstatic audience as if he couldn't get low enough. Amazing.
If this is not enough, Steven has discovered that he enjoys plays and musicals, too. Though he's not ready to spend an afternoon vegged out watching The King and I, he's already said he'd be willing to see Wicked with me in June and he's been singing "If I Were a Rich Man" for the last five days!