Favorite drink: Green Tea Shake
Favorite glasses: Round Shade
Favorite place: Any Thrift Store
Favorite midnight snack: Dumplings
I’m your typical social New Yorker with the heart of a musical theatre geek. Besides being a dedicated theatre-goer, I am also a model and a singer. Personally, I want to expose the world of theatre to all creatives. Every kind of artist could find inspiration through theatre. It’s the perfect cure to any form of artist’s block.
While, leaving the theater I had an epiphany when it comes to me and musicals. The music has to make sense with the production. You can't just have a show and throw in some music just cause, it has to flow with the story. It has to feel like there was so much passion building up that the only way to express it is through music. When that happens, it makes the musical relatable and keeps me connected to the story. Needless to say, I was feeling all that with Iowa.
With all the police violence (against black men) that's been flooding the news lately, I've been reflecting on how exactly racism has effected my life. Being a 19-year-old artsy, African American male with many friends of all cultures I find myself forgetting that racism is more than just a word I read in a textbook a couple of times.
When intermission came I looked at Sherri and both our jaws were dangling to the floor, we were completely drawn in by the production. The set was slathered in a blue tint looking just as chilly as the outside world. Over an hour already went by and it seemed as if time was going too fast. For a moment, I wanted time to slow down so I could truly enjoy the beauty of the production. They incorporated lyrical dances, subtle acrobats, and very modern instrumentals to tell the love story between a vampire and a young boy.
I didn’t mind the music too much because I was captivated by the whole technicality of the set and costumes. The show had a lot of theatrical tricks up it’s sleeve and I was so caught up with it being visually pleasing, that by intermission I realized I didn’t really have the slightest clue what was going on.