I had the inexplicable urge to see The Phantom of the Opera today. I had such a craving to hear “Think of Me” that I found it on YouTube and played it at my desk at work. I’m listening to it right now. What a voice. Holy shit.
I saw the play when it was at the Ahmanson Theater downtown as a child. Of course I remember the part where the chandelier goes over the audience, but more vividly I recall when the phantom loses his mask, and the woman he has captured picks it up and offers it to him. I was struck by her kindness in the face of his… well, obvious lunacy (and, let’s be honest, hideousness). I recall the moment with perfect clarity; her extending the mask to him with her right hand in a pale, overflowing gown, him crouched on the floor, hiding his face in shame.
It’s playing in Las Vegas. I might have to make a weekend out of it (if I had a weekend). MIGHT HAVE TO QUIT KARATE JOB ANOTHER WEEK EARLY MUAHAHAHA.