Who knew a place with so many masks could have so much freedom locked inside?
Did you know you could let go here
be yourself here
be sacred here?
It's more than song and dance. More than rhythm and jazz. More than masks and repeated words and lyrical lilting to impress a crowd.
have you ever felt that feeling
the one where it's just you on a fresh-blacked stage, all the lights low except for those ones on the stage that illuminate your yellow brick road...your Parisian streetcorner....your New York alleyway.
Elphaba. Epinone. Rodger. Rooster.
We all live here.
that's the place where i learned to fly.
it's the place where we put the masks on our faces and remove the masks from our hearts.
it's our freedom corner, you know.
amid the music. the clash. the brilliant lights that make you sweat and the crowds of people that make your heart and stomach trade places.
i hear the Stillness. the Silence.
the Voice that transcends the chaos of theatrically.
it's there He takes my mask off.
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