Spring seems to be everywhere if you care to look. Still holding on to my winter coat, I refused to turn off the heater while the sunshine poured in through the large window. It looked warm, smelled warm, and felt warm. As little Sophie stomping her restless small feet on the floor --- the baby just loves playing in this sun-drenched room --- I flipped through piles of music CDs to see if there's something new to introduce to her. She's been listening and dancing to the piano solo for some time. Time for a change.
Country? No. Rock? No. New Age? Maybe some other time. Opera? For baby? Why not! Well, not that sophisticated, just a classical vocal with some modern touch: Sarah Brightman, one of our favorites. I put it on, as the angelic voice filled the room, got warmed up in the sun, the little feet got happy too.
It is The Andrew Lloyd Webber Collection, and the first song is The Phantom Of The Opera. I was lucky to see it on stage while we were in Seattle. My husband figured it wouldn't be a good idea for Laura, who was 3 then, to sit through the whole thing, so he bought a ticket just for me. I remember it was at the Fifth Avenue Theatre in Downtown Seattle, and it was the first and the only time I've been there. I cannot remember though much of the details of the theatre --- I was trying to find my way to my seat on the second floor through dim-lighted stairs and chattering people holding wines. It was not until I sat down did I start to have a good look at the theatre. I was on the second floor, which gave me such a view that I instantly felt like being in a palace, or a jewel box, to be more accurate. The huge chandelier, which was an important part of the show, shined with its thousands of crystal teardrops over the stage.
I really had no idea what to expect, I mean I'd never been to a musical before. I had heard some of its songs before, but without watching where they came from, they hardly left any sort of lasting memory. However, from the moment the lights dimmed, I was hooked, not realizing this time, the memory DID last, and it lasted till today. I don't remember much of the performance, not because I didn't have a binoculars, but because too deep was I pulled into their performance that stage seemed disappear. It became so close. It became alive, it became real. I do remember at the very end, I was so sure that Christine would stay with Erik(the Phantom). I was almost ready for the big moment then she left. It totally broke my heart. How could she leave? How could she have the heart to turn away from him, who had been guiding her, enlightening her, who wished for nothing but loving her? I couldn't even imagine the pain Erik had to go through, feeling sorry for him long time after the lights brightened.
I'm thinking, people at different stage of their lives, can relate to the story in different ways. If it happens to cut in deep, it becomes part of you. Even time will not fade any memory.
I didn't notice when little Sophie danced out of the room. I guess it wasn't half as fun as dancing with her big sister. Besides, Mom even didn't put a tutu on her. The wood floor felt warm under my feet. The music was still on, time for a Mother-daughter dance.
When did you meet her?
