Wicked, an Unforgettable Evening

So I had the opportunity to see the musical production called Wicked about the Witches in the Wizard of Oz Glinda the Good and the Wicked Witch of the West and their relationship behind the scenes of the land of Oz. ‘It was as if you were watching the movie and somebody turned the camera and showed you what was going on over here.” And what a masterpiece it was.

The musical was amazing. As with every production I go to I entered the theater with an open mind and an open heart. In the darkness of the theater I willfully suspended my disbelief and walked right into the world that was created for me. I had a great time. I was sitting in the third row left of center. But somewhere in between seeing the amazingly smooth, majestic and spectacular set changes, listening to the live band play flawlessly in unison and believing every moment of the lives of the characters on stage I knew; my seat, my outfit or the person sitting next to me didn’t matter. All that mattered was my spirit connecting with the rich and beautiful art on stage and living through the whole story. I was not simply an audience member. I was a part of it. I was a munchkin in the land of Oz. And amazingly, for some crazy stroke of luck I was able to witness the entire story unfold before my eyes.