The withdrawal blues have kept at bay this past week and I’m starting to feel more like myself again.
Last night I went to see Phantom of the Opera in Manchester. I knew it was going to be a late night, that there might have been some difficulty negotiating the the stairs, toilets, seats etc with so many people around, but for once it really didn’t matter at all. I was looking forward to it too much and just very, very excited. Funny how something so simple can change your outlook on a situation.
I’d never seen ‘Phantom’ in any form before, so had read the novel by Gaston Leroux last week for some insight. However, the book is nothing compared to the show. I was absolutely gobsmacked the whole way through and couldn’t take my eyes of the stage. The musical score, storyline, atmosphere and set design were all just amazing; I actually got goosebumps when they sang the Phantom theme. I was reminded of a chapter in the book I recommended recently (Me Before You), where the quadriplegic man goes to a concert (the orchestral kind) and says that he doesn’t just hear the music but feels it as a physical thing. It was that amazing.
In fact, I was so absorbed in the whole thing that I barely noticed it was pushing 1.00am by the time I got home and it’s been a while since I managed to stay awake that late!
Tired today but so worth it.