Musicals made me do it

 I spent DAYS of my life researching the history of musical theatre for a project last year only to condense it all into a small timeline. But you know what, I think it's time for all that work to shine.  When did musical theatre get started? Well it's not really a simple question, trust me I'm a nerd. The use of music and drama together dates back to ancient civilizations. Greek and Roman dramas often incorporated music and dance into their performances. Most medieval morality plays in Europe also included elements of music and spectacle. They were often set to church chants, with the intention of educating the audience on good Christian values. Meanwhile, in Renaissance Italy, the "commedia dell'arte" troupes presented improvised performances that combined music, dance, and comedy. Another possible source of inspiration for musical theatre is vaudeville shows. Vaudeville shows often featured dance numbers and musical acts Some stock characters from Commedia ...

Perhaps one of the saddest things in the word for me is losing touch with something that once brought you joy. Waking up one day and realizing you don't remember the names of every single cast member for a show that dominated your childhood or walking past the spot on your bookshelf that housed your old favorite books. For me, one of the joys that I thought had slipped away was my love for the Harry Potter franchise. The books, the films, and the magical world of Hogwarts had a tight grip around much of my childhood. I attribute much of my interest in literature to me devouring that entire series at the age of five, and can say I would be a different person without it. That being said, thanks to JK Rowling's general awfulness and also the terrible CGI of the movies (seriously, how did anybody ever buy that they were actually flying?), it was safe to say that the magic wore off as I grew up.  That is, until I FOUND something called A Very Potter Musical, AVPM for short. If you’v...

 Have you heard of the all American prophet? A thirteenth birthday candle. A manifestation journal. Desperate late-night searches on visa applications to to the US. What do all three of these things have in common? Well, these were just some of the ridiculous ways I tried to get myself a ticket to see the Book of Mormon. I was around 14 when sullenly, I decided that this was only a dream. The end.  yeah just kidding.  one night I had a dream where an angel appeared to me and told me that salvation was buried in the form of gold plates under a hill near my house. Well, not particularly. My parents told me that they would buy me tickets to see two shows on the West End, any two of my choosing. Based on the title of the post I'm sure you already know that I chose to see the Book of Mormon. After a long chat with a very confused but very helpful employee at Delfont Mackintosh Theatres (shout out Paul) I finally got my grubby hands on those coveted tickets.  I WAS HAVING ...