Lost and Found

There are some experiences in life that will remain with you for ever. Some things that touch you so deeply that they alter your very being, touching that fleeting thing at your core that some call a soul. In my final year of elementary school my class was taken to see Andrew Loyd Weber’s “Phantom of the Opera.”
I never expected what happened, I never expected to enjoy the play and was of the opinion it was something that I was being forced into. By the opening act of the Operetta the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end, I was riveted and could not bare to look away. The performance was nothing short of magical.
Why might you be wondering am I relating this tale to you few people out there who read this blog on occasion? I find myself thinking hopelessly romantically of late and I to me the romance story of the last century. What more do you need than a hero that is also the villain? A hero that risks all for love and has it thrown in his face when the object of his affection is smitten with another? And the ultimate sacrifice for love in releasing the object of you affection so that they might truly be happy?
Not that I have done any of the above with in the recent months, but I think that I as I grow older I realize fitfully only how much I am a hopeless romantic. As for those of you who have never seen the Phantom live… or are too young to have seen it… go out and rent the film.
To this day the songs and music still hold me spell bound and give me goose bumps.
http://ca.movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800385821/info (the movie link)