Yes, it has been several weeks since that glorious day when we finally got to fulfill a dream, that being seeing Wicked: The Musical on stage. There is a story that goes along with my rabid desire to see this show, and it begins over a year ago.
(Note to self: Make certain husband purchases season passes for Blumenthal's 2008-2009 season. This is imperative.)
So, something over a year ago, we learned that Wicked: The Musical, as well as several other shows we would like to have seen, was coming to Charlotte. I said, on many occasions, "We need to make sure we get season's passes, so we can make sure we have seats." My darling husband, whom I love with all my heart, assured me that things -never- sell out in Charlotte, and that since we were going to Spain that summer, we really could use the money for something else. And so I relented. Even when the lady from the Blumenthal called trying to sell season's passes, I declined, because of the trip.
Big. Mistake.
Tickets went on sale .. a few months ago. I don't remember exactly when. I have tried to block that awful awful day out of my memory. Tickets went on sale at like .. 9am. At the box office. They didn't even release tickets to online sales. Because they sold out in six hours.
I was furious. I couldn't reach them by phone. I had to go to work, and didn't have time to keep trying. I called my husband. And was about in tears of frustration because I couldn't get the tickets and I desperately wanted to see the show. Darling husband was frustrated too, because he couldn't get tickets either, and he and I had a bit of a tiff over it. After all, I had said we needed to get the passes, and it was his idea not to. I got over it, because he promised me he would do everything he could to find tickets. And I know that he doesn't break his promises. But I was still notably upset.
Time passed, and I began to get a little uneasy. He had many people looking for tickets for us, including a business friend who was friends with Mayor McCrory. There was simply no way to get tickets. It was looking bleak, and my darling promised me that he would take me up to Chigago, where Wicked plays permanently.
But then one afternoon, I overheard Brandon on the phone with someone, and got suspicious. I didn't get my hopes up, because I didn't want to be disappointed. But Jason had managed to find three tickets for that Friday's performance. I was squeeeing so much all week, especially once the tickets arrived. Friday could not have come fast enough.
But eventually, it came. We got to the theater just before they started letting people in, and all the way there I was knitting on a discloth inspired by the characters: pink (Galinda) and green (Elphaba). Of course, I only knitted up until the show started, because goodness knows I could never have knit through it. Not even if I were knitting straight stockinette in the round. There's just no way.
The show was .. amazing. I had listened to the soundtrack endlessly, so I thought I knew the story of the musical, but I was wrong. There was so much I missed by not knowing the play itself. I am however glad I never read the Grimmerie that Jason got me a couple years ago .. I think for Christmas, but it might have been birthday .. because it had the entire script in it, and so many details that would have made the experience less .. well, an experience.
It's impossible to describe it all. The acresses in the lead roles were amazing. Both of them really embodies the characters, and their voices were delightful. I am incredibly happy we were able to get tickets for this show. It was the chance of a lifetime for me, because I'd been anticipating it for so very long.
