In 2015 I posted this:
When you don’t have means, but you have a dream – your weekend might look like this. Absolutely obsessed with this musical, but far away and most likely never in the position to be able to see it with my own eyes. This is as close as I get. An original broadway cast recording of the musical and a beautiful book complete with pictures and behind the scene stories.
I close my eyes and I’m there. Imagination is that powerful.
Now, three years later in 2018:
Never. I mean never. Did I ever think that I would be able to see this play. The tickets were crazy expensive, it was only on Broadway and it was all sold out. I watched all the specials, and youtube videos and interviews, anything, just to get a little closer. And after three years things changed…
“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” -Paolo Choelo, The Alchemist.
It almost felt like a movie montage. Time passed, I worked, I excelled, and I reached a place where I didn’t have to count my pennies everytime I wanted something. Then, Hamilton came to the West End, just a two hour flight away. And…. I got tickets.
Now I couldn’t possibly begin to review Hamilton, I wouldn’t be able to do so without bias. And reviewing a dream come true seems like a futile attempt to keep that dream alive, when, let’s be honest, as soon as your dream comes true it loses its magic. The magic of a dream lies in the limitless imagination of your desire. And so the heart in your dream I hope is something you’ll never acquire. Because once that dream comes true, it creates fences in which the dream can live within, but not venture out of, and its spirit dies in that cage. That’s the harsh reality of it.
And so there is little left for me to say about the whole experience, for it is a full circle that will only repeat itself into infinity as it lives on in my grateful memory.
I will not say that I laughed so my shoulders shook.
I will not say that I hung on every word that was sung.
I will not say that my eyes fluttered in the spectacle of the artistry in front of me.
I will not say that I cried tears wringed out of my very soul.
But I will say this, the three hours I spent in the company of those founding fathers was the fastest three hours I ever spent, it felt more like three seconds.
And as we all know, time flies when you’re having fun.