This is a Thursday series in which I pause and acknowledge something big and important or something small and insignificant that has made me thankful. It is so important and incredibly refreshing to look at the positivity around us, when we are so often surrounded by negativity. The other day, in my Life in Color post, I shared a few images from the backstage scenes of Les Miserables. I was somewhat at a loss for words, because how can you possibly capture a dreamy, whirlwind experience in a blog post? But... I have to try. Without further ado, here is my love letter for my fellow castmates, and the other brilliant people who came together to make Les Mis an experience I'll cherish for the rest of my life...
Dear Les Mis cast and crew and staff and orchestra:
You are all so great. You are incredibly talented, and we put on a damn good show. I'm really proud of the work we did together.
This was one of the best summers of my life. I have to admit, I was really excited to be a part of this show, but I had no idea how big of a role it was going to play. My biggest regret of the summer is that we didn't start hanging out outside of rehearsal until the end of our rehearsal process, because now that I've seen how it can be, I want more forever and always. From the crazy kids to the spunky hair and makeup team, from the incredible costumers to my castmates, and the phenomenal staff and crew -- you are all wonderful people, and I'm so glad I know you.
Walter the cat thinks you are all pretty awesome too.
Also, I feel like the orchestra deserves a special shout out, because they played their butts off every night and I barely got a chance to tell them all how great I think they are. Orchestra: you were a treat to listen to every night. Watching Aaron conduct you in sweeping, dance-like gestures, hearing the magical sounds of your individual notes swell into perfection... there's nothing better. And the percussionist who was a total badass as he rocked approximately 70 percussion instruments with ease? You're really cool. Seriously. (Sometimes I hung out Stage Left just to watch him play for a bit -- a true performance on its own.) Also, I can't get over the sound of the strings plucking during Javert's suicide. It sounded like perfect little raindrops (erm, a little fall of rain, if you will). Amazing.
I don't know how to conclude this love letter without awkwardly proposing in marriage to all of you, so I think I'll just end it here. I'm glad we know each other. Let's keep it up, eh?
xoxo, The Lovely Lady with the best wig and the purplest corset