Musical theatre has always had a huge impact on my life, ever since I was nine and I went to see Mary Poppins for my birthday. I think it's amazing how musical notes, lyrics and harmonies can make someone feel every emotion under the sun.
It's a tradition now that every so often my Dad and I go and see a show together. I love these occasions and feeling like a kid again, and over the years we've seen all sorts of musicals, from Chicago to Matilda to South Pacific to Wicked. A couple of weeks ago it was the latest of our theatre trips, and we went to see something my Dad wasn't so keen on, but that I had wanted to see for years - Billy Elliot.
Now, to cut a long story short, it's about a boy who loves dance and is exceptionally good at it, but struggles to succeed in the face of the British Miner's strikes in Newcastle in the 1980s. It made me laugh, cry, and give a standing ovation at the end, along with many others. And it also made my Dad, who hadn't been too sure about it, walk out of the theatre practically singing it's praises. I was once again inspired by the power of theatre.
Have you seen Billy Elliot? In London? The film? What did you think?
For me, it was absolutely electrifying - (yes, spot the not-so-obscure reference) - and it made me wish I was a twelve year old boy, which is something I've never wished before.
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