Why, yes, yes I did!
On a recent sunny Saturday, I joined a few friends for a Wicked production. The three of us suffer from various degrees of Tinnitus. Occasionally we share our ringing or noise stories. Finally, I can share my bothersome experiences.
As the performance started, one thing became clear, crystal clear in fact. Amazingly I heard every note, breathe, sigh. Even thinking about it now, tears fill my eyes and heart. For years, I have attended our local high school performances or community productions. As entertaining, captivating as they are, my experience is often lack luster. Walking away I am left curious and disappointed. Our local Performing Arts Center is a new beautiful facility, yet acoustically I hear less than half of each production. I laugh, because those around me do. Tears only come as I glance around at others glistening eyes. Missed it, my heart cries.
Wicked opened my ears and warmed my heart. Finally. I am not ashamed to admit it, I joyfully cried driving home. If only every theatrical experience could be that rewarding.