It’s not a choice. You don’t understand.
Les Mis is coming. Â I MUST see it.
I know every word. I’ve worn out two cassettes and bought the CD twice. (one got damaged) At one point I owned the Broadway recording, the London recording, AND the complete symphonic recording, with every single word of the three-hour musical. I started Eve’s book the day after the first time I saw it. I thought it couldn’t possibly hit me so hard the second time–but I went, and it did.
When Les Mis comes, I go. It’s an investment in my sanity.
And this time–I’m taking Hope.