Broadway Babies

We contained ourselves as long as we could. Feeling the call of the Great White Way, we checked Plum Benefits and up popped up a special for Billy Elliot, the Musical. Front row seats cost the same amount as all the others on sale, so why not? (Don't tell the girls-we are currently contenders for parents of the year, so I don't want our cover blown).

We revealed our plans to see the musical over dinner.  We waited to reveal the front row seats until we got to the theatre. Here was the reaction:

Sitting up front allows for an interesting perspective. You can watch the musicians reading books and checking their iphones in between songs. You can watch a seven year old actor wink at your eleven year old daughter as he sits on the edge of the stage trying to pay attention to the long ballad being sung behind him. You can see spit flying from the mouths of passionate singers. But perhaps the greatest front row moment happened to Abby, my fourteen year old.  During the song "Expressing Yourself," in which Billy and his best buddy, Michael, are goofing around in girls' clothes, Michael has his big moment in the spotlight. During said moment, he looked right at Abby, pointed at her, and gave her the "call me" sign. She was elated-even though he probably does the same thing to some lucky young lady each night, what a treat to be the chosen one.

The show was phenomenal. Watching the lead, a fourteen year old boy named Alex Ko, move with such maturity and brilliance while maintaining his boyhood innocence was a rare treat. When the show was over, we happened to catch him outside the theatre and snapped a picture. He was as delightful in person as he was on stage.

A wonderful evening, full of memories we will cherish for a lifetime. And now Emma wants to marry someone other than Justin Bieber. I approve.