The Piano Lady and I are counting the weeks (four, thank you very much) until we take the train ride from Hawthorne into the City. We're not really excited about the shows we're seeing this year—"Grease" and "Drowsy Chaperone". But we're such musical theatre nerds that we'll love them, even if the critics don't.
Two years ago we saw "Light in the Piazza" and hummed the songs for six months until we started boning up on "Wicked" for last year's trip. But after reading about the Biker, she—with crossed fingers—sent me this verse from "Light in the Piazza" this morning.
This is wanting something
This is praying for it
This is holding breath and keeping fingers crossed
This is counting blessings
This is wondering when
I'll see that boy again
I've got a feeling
He's just a someone too
And the beauty is
When you realize
When you realize
Someone could be looking for a someone
Like you.....
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