This is where I was last night! "Les Miserables" came to Cleveland for 4 short days and Meredith and I were at the opening performance. Let me just say, we jetted downtown precisely after I finished working 4, 10 hour days with 2 year olds.... I really needed the night out! I knew there'd be a lot of laughter and tears, and that was true. Though in Classic "Me" fashion, a lot of laughter was inadvertent and unintentional. For instance, during "I Dreamed a Dream" which is of course one of the most emotional musical numbers of a very emotional production, I accidentally kicked my (thankfully closed and unopened) bottle of Diet Coke and it went rolling down several aisles of seats. Sigh. Luckily at intermission Meredith spotted it and requested an elderly gentleman in front of us to help us retrieve it. All was well in the Diet Pop department after that.
The production was wonderful, and while the movie gave scope and exposition to the story, the musical production was concise in telling the story...as concise as you can get over a story that spans a couple of decades and encapsulates politics, religion and redemption. I loved every minute of it! Especially during "One Day More" which is my favorite song in the whole production, and which closed out the first act on a very dramatic note. I teared up. But of course, when don't I tear up at Les Miserables?
A lovely and serendipitous event occurred on the way home. Listening to the radio, "February Seven" by The Avett Brothers came on. I love this song, and my heart did a little leap when I realized that the actual date was February 7th! Listening to "February Seven" on February Seven was a nice little wrap-up to the evening.
Here's the first verse of "February Seven" which I think is so beautiful:
I went on the search for something true
I was almost there when I found you
Sooner than my fate was wrote
A perfect blade, it slit my throat
And beads of lust released in to the air
When I awoke you were standing there
I was on the mend when I fell through
The sky around was anything but blue
I found as I regained my feet
A wound across my memory
That no amount of stitches would repair
But I awoke and you were standing there
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