On Saturday I braved Hollywood.
The dark, vampy, glamorous, dead kind of Hollywood.
The Phantom of the Opera.
This kind of stuff is what really lights up my bones. The music, the set, the pouring of souls into characters. Arts have always had a special place in my heart, and sitting in the Old Hollywood Pantages theatre (constructed in 1921, and said to be haunted. I sure hoped so.) really made my day. Wrapped in the classic story of the Phantom and his love and the sparkle of that old chandelier, I was transfixed through the entire performance. I think I got the chills 38 times. I had seen the movie when it came out ten (can you believe that? Where has life gone) years ago, but it was nothing like this. Live, no edits, no doubts that human skill is something awesome. The only thing it needs is a sequel. Who else is with me, isn't the ending super depressing and also the biggest cliff-hanger ever?
The tickets were actually really expensive even though I was pretty far back from the stage, but once inside I realized it was a small venue, so there wasn't a bad seat in the house and hence not a cheap seat in the house. Also, gifting myself with "something old people do" (aka go to operas on Saturday nights) was really rewarding and I knew that it would be something I would always remember. I have a thing about spending money on memories, not tangible things. Parking was super great as well. 10 dollars for the entire night, right across the street. I got to see some of the stars in the sidewalk, Beverly Hills, and the architecture of classic Los Angeles with the lit signs and palm trees. It was a night for the play-books.