First, my best friend (the one who shares my first name) cooked dinner for the three of us on Saturday, and we got to gab. Susanna was recovering from her performance on Friday and wanted to do something relaxing.
The second performance was on Sunday. I got lousy directions from my navigation system (which might have been was user error) and arrived just as the drinking song was beginning. I stood in the balcony for most of the first Act (my seat was on the floor and I wasn't allowed in). I snuck up and took a seat during the Aria in which Violetta is trying to decide whether she wants to be free, or give up the life she has built to follow true love.
At the first intermission I headed down to find my seat and managed to fall on my butt. Grace and beauty, my friends. Grace and beauty.
I ended up sitting with my friend who shares my name... goodness she needs a blog name. I blog-tize thee Rose, best friend who shares my name.
I've seen a few operas before, but this was the first that I really and truly enjoyed. Part of the enjoyment was to have some clue as to how amazingly difficult a performance it is. Here's this woman who: a) wears a corset b) is dying of tuberculosis (the character, not her, thankfully) c) who must sing un-amplified loud enough for 2,000 people to hear and d) must express the full range of human emotions through music. She did all of that without making it once appear difficult. Not easily done.
I cried when she died. Really. I cried when she implored Alfredo to love her. (Amami, Alfredo, quant'io t'amo).
I cried when she came out for a bow because I'm so amazingly proud of her.
1 comments:
Brava! I cried too! Great weekend. :)
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