Wicked

So its been a while since I’ve written anything. I guess I haven’t technically been busy with anything overly important. I’ve been working on doing other things that take up a lot more time and computer space, like my Josh and Donna fan-vid –which may or may not happen depending on whether I can solve the software issues I’ve been having. But that is an issue that can wait for now.

It’s been a rough few days for me. Sunday was the end of Wicked in Melbourne after 13 months, and going to the last performance made 6 times in 13 months for me (and Ness). Each performance was different from the rest in someway or another. The last show – I was both really looking forward to and dreading at the same time. But it did not disappoint. I didn’t cry, mostly because I was laughing too hard – at the messed up lines, and silly things they were doing, and also I was cheering and whooo-ing too much. Every time a character made their entrance the crowd went wild! And Lucy who never gets a cheer normally when she comes down in her bubble, broke character and it was really sweet.
I did get slightly teary in the 2nd half, but then the story always makes me get that way too.

We went to the stage door afterwards (after planning to the last few times we saw it), and it was packed with people. We made our way through the crowed and slowly got closer to the door. It’s a very dangerous spot…right on Flinders Lane and trucks and cars were coming down and getting very very close to people. A few times we thought about leaving cause it was SO crowded, we thought we’d never see anyone. But boy were we glad we didn’t, because in the end Bert walked straight by us, and Lucy was behind him. –I know its silly, or stupid or whatever, but I found it cool that Lucy was actually quite tiny…she wasn’t much taller than me I’d say. (The best Glinda’s are short :P)
I wasn’t quick enough to pull out my ticket to get Lucy to sign. –Something that is gonna bug me for a long time…its just one of those things…But by the time Amanda came by I was ready and got her to sign my ticket.
-This just means I’ll have to stalk Lucy in the future :P ….(see further down)

I couldn’t sleep for ages that night, and when I did, I had very disturberating dreams, just about things relating to the night. I also think part of not being able to sleep was that my ears were still ringing, and I was also emotional.

I’d waited so long for Wicked to get to Australia…after first hearing about it back in 2004 at the Tonys. Then after watching Bewitched, and seeing RENT promoted on The View. I was so excited when I heard it was starting in Melbourne. I bought the soundtrack a few weeks before I saw it. I sat down and listened to it all, the night it officially opened in Melbourne and new I would love it. Then a few weeks later, I saw it and knew (possibly by intermission) that I HAD to see it again. That 2nd time turned into a 3rd, 4th, and 5th. I’d collected a T-shirt, Hoodie, Mug, Drink bottle, Keyring, the Grimmerie, and 2 Ozmopolitan glasses.
I’d discovered the amazing talents of Lucy Durack and Amanda Harrison (and all the others), and will most likely see anything they do here. –They’re my people now, and are on my watch-list.

And like with most things lately…I can blame almost all of it on Kristin Chenoweth. Since July 2008, things haven’t (and never will be) the same.