A musical on review

Just before I started my sophomore year, where we really enter into high school, I saw The Drowsy Chaperone at the Hale Center Theatre with Olivia P. and my family. Following the show, I became a waterfall of tears for a reason unknown to myself. I can guess it was because the show helped me think inside of myself where I dare not go myself.
The show had its comic quips that Olivia and I joked around with for years (Gangstahs!). It was very cheesy and we laughed the entire show. The musical numbers were corny and almost made you ask "really?" but for some reason, we were all okay with it.

Just before I end my senior year in high school, I saw The Drowsy Chaperone at the Scera Center for the Arts with Josh B. We had a mutual friend in the show and we wanted to support him. The show had different actors and a different audience than before. The lyrics hadn't changed but the meaning did.

Three years ago, I thought I was The Man in the Chair. Little did I realize that I would eventually become the character. Three years ago the characters gave him a hug and a pat on the back telling him they would always be there for him. Three years later, the characters helped him get out of his house, his isolation.

That's what theatre does for us. At first glance, theatre is there for some support and entertainment. Deeper, however, we become ensnared by it, almost captive. Farther still, theatre is there to help and heal. The difference wasn't the actors, it was me.