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perididdleSo Mr. L had us do this whole exploding a moment thing...going into detail on one moment, and while we only had 3, 5-7 sentence paragraphs...I was happified slightly, because I got to write about IDINA! But I need some help before tomorrow, so if anyone feels like reading and telling me ways I could make it better (TWO peer reviews and nothing was changed. -.- Justin Becker was one of them...and his blew me away. It was gorgeously written and hell, I don't even LIKE basketball and I even felt how cool the moment was. And he didn't change mine. Ugh, JUSTIN.) please, please feel free to rip this to shreds. I'm somewhat proud, but it also feels disjointed to me, and not down to the detail I want. I have a specific image of what a moment exploding looks like, and well it's cooler than this. ^_^
"It’s not her...she had nothing to do with it! I'm the one you want! It's me! It's meeeee..."
Snap.
Green light pours onto the stage, coming from huge beams above the mezzanine. Shadows dart across the actors and over the silky costume fabrics, swirling with the emerald light in a dark, earthy fashion. I sit in the front row of the mezzanine, eyes glued to the stage as Idina Menzel…my hero, my Broadway actress; my Elphaba…is raised above the Emerald City in her biggest number. Black cloth spills from her waist, folding and rippling beneath her feet and back to the ground, giving the illusion that she is soaring through liquid night. The Citizens of Oz stare up in wonder and terror as the green girl they so fear rises up above them all, each singing their orders to stop her. Jennifer Laura Thompson as Glinda stands in one far corner of the stage, her pale face a mixture of sadness and hope for her friend. Idina reaches her full height and gazes out across Oz in pride, the sharp angles of her green face combining with her defiant stance and crystal clear message of the song to say but only one thing – this is me, this is who I am, and I’m not going to change for any of you.
Broom clutched triumphantly in one hand and her other arm thrown to her side, Idina tilts her head back in glory as she sings her way into a mind-blowing belt. Her hat sits slightly tilted on her head, becoming the physical appearance of the attitude she and her character seem to share. The green spotlight falling on her seems to make her glow, as if she were some sort of off-kilter goddess. Jennifer backs away from the sight in fear, while the Citizens point and demand that the wickedness before them be punished. The music swells, engulfing the theatre in beautiful, booming emotion. Other fans around me gasp and stare in awe, having long awaited this day. All that seems to exist is the stage – the emerald overload, the beautiful voices, the characters, the actors, the meaning, the truth, the total loss of control.
Throughout it all I’m up in the mezzanine, flying with Idina. I am soaring with her and her music. I get chills; shivers run up my spine and tears spring to my eyes. I never imagined it would be this amazing and overwhelming, and my heart pounds while leaping into my throat. I simply gaze in amazement, unable to comprehend it all. It’s not just Idina, it’s not just the beauty of the set and costumes, or the music and the emotion it carries as it washes over the theatre. It’s all that and more, right up to the message, the reality, the dedication and the determination behind every movement, behind every word. The song is pulled to a glorious end, and the last thing I hear and see before the curtain closes for intermission and my emotion takes over is Idina, staring out to her fans and singing her heart out. I numbly cheer and scream, feeling the audience’s passion and trying to absorb it all. I’m long gone in the intensity of the amazing moment – all I feel is awe.
Snap.
"And nobody, in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring me down! Bring me down! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"It’s not her...she had nothing to do with it! I'm the one you want! It's me! It's meeeee..."
Snap.
Green light pours onto the stage, coming from huge beams above the mezzanine. Shadows dart across the actors and over the silky costume fabrics, swirling with the emerald light in a dark, earthy fashion. I sit in the front row of the mezzanine, eyes glued to the stage as Idina Menzel…my hero, my Broadway actress; my Elphaba…is raised above the Emerald City in her biggest number. Everything is so close, it’s as if I’m flying with her, soaring with her and her music. Black cloth spills from Idina’s waist, folding and rippling beneath her feet and back to the ground, giving the illusion that she is ascending through liquid night. The Citizens of Oz stare up in wonder and terror as the green girl they so fear rises up above them all, each singing their orders to stop her. Jennifer Laura Thompson as Glinda stands in one far corner of the stage, her pale face a mixture of sadness and hope for her friend.
Idina reaches her full height and gazes out across Oz in pride, the sharp angles of her green face combining with her defiant stance and crystal clear message of the song to say but only one thing – this is me, I’m not going to change for any of you. I get chills; shivers run up my spine and tears spring to my eyes. Everything in front of me seems so smooth and perfect, blending together into a rich texture of music and sights. I had never imagined it would be this truly amazing and overwhelming, and my heart pounds while leaping into my throat. I stare in amazement as fog swirls downstage, reflecting back green and adding to the visual sight. It’s not just Idina, but the beauty of the set and costumes, the music and the emotion it carries, the effects and lighting as they wash over the theatre.
Broom clutched triumphantly in one hand and her other arm thrown to her side, Idina tilts her head back in glory as she sings her way into a mind-blowing belt. Her hat sits slightly tilted on her head, becoming the physical appearance of the attitude she and her character seem to share. The green spotlight falling on her seems to make her glow, as if she were some sort of off-kilter goddess. Jennifer backs away from the sight in fear, while the Citizens point and demand that the wickedness before them be punished. The music swells, engulfing the theatre in beautiful, booming emotion. Other fans around me gasp and stare in awe, having long awaited this day. All that seems to exist is the stage – the emerald overload, the beautiful voices, the characters, the actors, the meaning, the truth, the dedication, the determination, the total loss of control. The song is pulled to a glorious end, and the last thing heard and seen before the curtain closes for intermission and all emotions take over is Idina, staring out to her fans and singing her heart out. I numbly cheer and scream, feeling the audience’s passion and trying to absorb it all. I’m long gone in the intensity of the amazing moment – all I feel is awe.
Snap.
"And nobody, in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring me down! Bring me down! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Annnd, there you go.
-Maddy
"It’s not her...she had nothing to do with it! I'm the one you want! It's me! It's meeeee..."
Snap.
Green light pours onto the stage, coming from huge beams above the mezzanine. Shadows dart across the actors and over the silky costume fabrics, swirling with the emerald light in a dark, earthy fashion. I sit in the front row of the mezzanine, eyes glued to the stage as Idina Menzel…my hero, my Broadway actress; my Elphaba…is raised above the Emerald City in her biggest number. Black cloth spills from her waist, folding and rippling beneath her feet and back to the ground, giving the illusion that she is soaring through liquid night. The Citizens of Oz stare up in wonder and terror as the green girl they so fear rises up above them all, each singing their orders to stop her. Jennifer Laura Thompson as Glinda stands in one far corner of the stage, her pale face a mixture of sadness and hope for her friend. Idina reaches her full height and gazes out across Oz in pride, the sharp angles of her green face combining with her defiant stance and crystal clear message of the song to say but only one thing – this is me, this is who I am, and I’m not going to change for any of you.
Broom clutched triumphantly in one hand and her other arm thrown to her side, Idina tilts her head back in glory as she sings her way into a mind-blowing belt. Her hat sits slightly tilted on her head, becoming the physical appearance of the attitude she and her character seem to share. The green spotlight falling on her seems to make her glow, as if she were some sort of off-kilter goddess. Jennifer backs away from the sight in fear, while the Citizens point and demand that the wickedness before them be punished. The music swells, engulfing the theatre in beautiful, booming emotion. Other fans around me gasp and stare in awe, having long awaited this day. All that seems to exist is the stage – the emerald overload, the beautiful voices, the characters, the actors, the meaning, the truth, the total loss of control.
Throughout it all I’m up in the mezzanine, flying with Idina. I am soaring with her and her music. I get chills; shivers run up my spine and tears spring to my eyes. I never imagined it would be this amazing and overwhelming, and my heart pounds while leaping into my throat. I simply gaze in amazement, unable to comprehend it all. It’s not just Idina, it’s not just the beauty of the set and costumes, or the music and the emotion it carries as it washes over the theatre. It’s all that and more, right up to the message, the reality, the dedication and the determination behind every movement, behind every word. The song is pulled to a glorious end, and the last thing I hear and see before the curtain closes for intermission and my emotion takes over is Idina, staring out to her fans and singing her heart out. I numbly cheer and scream, feeling the audience’s passion and trying to absorb it all. I’m long gone in the intensity of the amazing moment – all I feel is awe.
Snap.
"And nobody, in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring me down! Bring me down! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"It’s not her...she had nothing to do with it! I'm the one you want! It's me! It's meeeee..."
Snap.
Green light pours onto the stage, coming from huge beams above the mezzanine. Shadows dart across the actors and over the silky costume fabrics, swirling with the emerald light in a dark, earthy fashion. I sit in the front row of the mezzanine, eyes glued to the stage as Idina Menzel…my hero, my Broadway actress; my Elphaba…is raised above the Emerald City in her biggest number. Everything is so close, it’s as if I’m flying with her, soaring with her and her music. Black cloth spills from Idina’s waist, folding and rippling beneath her feet and back to the ground, giving the illusion that she is ascending through liquid night. The Citizens of Oz stare up in wonder and terror as the green girl they so fear rises up above them all, each singing their orders to stop her. Jennifer Laura Thompson as Glinda stands in one far corner of the stage, her pale face a mixture of sadness and hope for her friend.
Idina reaches her full height and gazes out across Oz in pride, the sharp angles of her green face combining with her defiant stance and crystal clear message of the song to say but only one thing – this is me, I’m not going to change for any of you. I get chills; shivers run up my spine and tears spring to my eyes. Everything in front of me seems so smooth and perfect, blending together into a rich texture of music and sights. I had never imagined it would be this truly amazing and overwhelming, and my heart pounds while leaping into my throat. I stare in amazement as fog swirls downstage, reflecting back green and adding to the visual sight. It’s not just Idina, but the beauty of the set and costumes, the music and the emotion it carries, the effects and lighting as they wash over the theatre.
Broom clutched triumphantly in one hand and her other arm thrown to her side, Idina tilts her head back in glory as she sings her way into a mind-blowing belt. Her hat sits slightly tilted on her head, becoming the physical appearance of the attitude she and her character seem to share. The green spotlight falling on her seems to make her glow, as if she were some sort of off-kilter goddess. Jennifer backs away from the sight in fear, while the Citizens point and demand that the wickedness before them be punished. The music swells, engulfing the theatre in beautiful, booming emotion. Other fans around me gasp and stare in awe, having long awaited this day. All that seems to exist is the stage – the emerald overload, the beautiful voices, the characters, the actors, the meaning, the truth, the dedication, the determination, the total loss of control. The song is pulled to a glorious end, and the last thing heard and seen before the curtain closes for intermission and all emotions take over is Idina, staring out to her fans and singing her heart out. I numbly cheer and scream, feeling the audience’s passion and trying to absorb it all. I’m long gone in the intensity of the amazing moment – all I feel is awe.
Snap.
"And nobody, in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, is ever gonna bring me down! Bring me down! AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Annnd, there you go.
-Maddy
