The Theater Goer

My mother and I went to the Blumenthal Center for Performing Arts in the center of Charlotte last night to see the hit Broadway musical, Mama Mia!

There is something about the towering sky scrapers and walls of glass found in a city that makes my heart sing out the tunes of George Gershwin. An energy abounds a city at night, where neon signs and lit walkways twinkle in lieu of the stars. The feeling provoked is one of impulse and impending excitement!

So, as we drove the city streets, looking for our garage, we both felt the enticement of the musical before us. And the show, it was no disappointment! The woman who played Donna (the mother) strummed my heart strings with every note she exhaled. The comedy, timed out as though by a metronome, yielded such gut uttering cries of laughter, and the music danced through me the entire evening.

Charlotte is no Manhatten. Yet, I am thankful for our Broadway Lights series, which engages the down home southern audience with a taste of the city life that people like me merely witness on shows like Will and Grace or Sex and the City. Like Cinderella, whose magic imploded at the stroke of twelve, my life as a city girl screeched to a halt upon the resolution of the evening. Nevertheless, the hope within me swells, as I ponder what future indulgences lie ahead.