Saturday, July 26, 2008

I'd rather be nine people's favorite thing...

I am a notorious crier.

I once heard the expression "crying over card tricks" and I always thought it was a good way to describe my crying habits. I've been known to cry over Oatmeal and Air Freshener commercials.

If you catch me on a bad day, I'll burst into tears if you look at me crooked. I cry when I am shopping for cards at Hallmark, and once I was watching a Hallmark Hall of Fame movie with my mom on television. (It was this one:

They only showed Hallmark commercials throughout the movie, and by the time the end credits were rolling, I was a complete mess. My mother was confused. She said, "The movie really wasn't sad..." "It's not about the movie!" I told her. "I CANNOT HANDLE ALL THESE SAPPY COMMERCIALS FOR HALLMARK CARDS AND CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS!"

A few years ago, I went to see the musical Little Women with my trusty sidekick, my buddy Andrew.
Little Women
, by default, always takes an emotional toll on me, no matter what form the story is told in. I still remember seeing the Winona Ryder film version in the movie theatre when I was twelve and weeping.

However, the night we saw it on Broadway, Andrew vowed never to sit next to me ever again. Add the fact that I always cry over Little Women to the fact that I always cry when Sutton Foster is involved (because I can't do what she does), and Little Women, the musical, in 2005 was the biggest tearfeast I have ever had in a Broadway theatre.

Until last night.

Until I finally saw [title of show] at the Lyceum Theatre.

I purposely chose to see this show on a day that I was neither PMS-ing or overly tired. I didn't need to be more inclined to tears than I already was.

I started crying over this show long before I sat down to watch fact, I cried many times when I listened to "A Way Back to Then" on the original off-Broadway cast recording.

I cried when I looked at the wonderful cast crying and embracing on opening night.

I cried.

I cried.

I cried.

Last night, I took one look at Hunter Bell and Jeff Bowen onstage, singing the opening notes and the fresh tears started.

I did more than cry, though...

I remembered why I love theatre...

I remembered why I like to call myself a writer...

I took out my notebook and pen on the train home and remembered what the characters in the show just have to keep matter how crazy it all sounds...

This was, by far, one of the most profoundly moving, inspirational shows that I have ever had on stage.

I heard once that part of growing-up is realizing that you have to give-up on your dreams...that you're really not any more special than the next guy, and that you have to learn to settle for being not so special.

I think this show and the people behind it really shoot that theory down.

Dreams absolutely can and DO come true to those who don't give-up.

Thank you, Hunter, Jeff, Heidi and Susan...

Diana Rissetto