Music makes the people come together
This weekend my fiance helped a friend move into his new place, which took all of Saturday afternoon. This allowed me to do that thing that I cannot do with my fiance around, namely watch musicals. I started with “Enchanted”. Why I love that move so much, I’m not quite sure, but Amy Adams is simply fabulous. And of course who is more dreamy than James Marsden?
Next I put on “Phantom of the Opera.” Somehow I always forget how disturbing that movie is. And yet excellent. And then, to make my weekend simply wonderful, I got to enjoy “Glee” last night. Always enjoyable, although I’m not sure what is more entertaining: the song and dance numbers or watching “Sue Sylvester” have yet another near breakdown.
Musicals are another double-edged sword in my life. Maybe more of a catch 22. I love music and I love singing, but sometimes I hate the sound of my own voice. Singing does not come easy to me. I’ve always had problems with it. And my voice will never do what I want it to do, that much I’m sure of.
So why do I love it so much? Is there something in life that draws us to those very things which give us the most trouble?
Sometimes I’ve caught myself thinking that anything easy, instantly becomes boring and therefore repulsive to us, whereas a challenge is always fascinating. But in this case, I think it’s more than that. I LOVE musicals. I really do. They are a different world to me. They are more than just people singing when they could be talking, they are a world where life is choreographed. Where things fit so perfectly together that they exist in literal harmony. I love this about them.
I am an optimist to the core. And I want to experience this kind of world, if only for the moment of watching or actually being in a musical. I will always love them. But will watching them ever be enough for me?
My intense love of fantasy novels is the same way. Will I be satisfied by simply reading them?
It’s creation that takes us further into these magical worlds than anything else. And that is why I’m drawn to it. Perhaps it has nothing to do with my talent (or lack thereof) towards these things. It’s the fantastical world of make believe. The dream world that I’ve always longed for. And creation hands it to me on a silver platter. Creation is my golden ticket. But am I brave enough to end the world? What happens if it doesn’t live up to my expectations?
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Tags: amy adams, creation, dreams, enchanted, expectations, fantasy, glee, james marsden, musicals, phantom of the opera, singing, writing
I love musicals too! Apparently music hits the same spot in our brain that, *ahem*, chocolate hits. But I’m in the same spot – love to sing but don’t necessarily love the sound of my voice.