adonutwithamapleglaze:

what I listen to when I’m sad: showtunes
what I listen to when I’m happy: showtunes
what I listen to when I’m angry: showtunes
what I listen to when I’m doing homework: showtunes
what I listen to when I’m running: showtunes
what I listen to when I’m doing anything at all ever: showtunes
showtunes

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Happy birthday, Idina Menzel! (05.30.1971)

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idina-love:

Happy birthday to the wicked-ly talented, the one and only:

Idina Menzel (May 30, 1971)

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Les Miz is a long show. And it was a long time between my cues. One night a couple of months into the Palace run, I got really tired of listening to the score. [..] After the barricade scene this one particular night, I went back to my dressing room, took off my wig, my costume, my microphone, and my contacts. I turned off the Tannoy (the intercom), stuck some gum in my mouth, put my glasses on, lit a cigarette, and began reading the Madonna issue of Interview magazine. I was sitting there in my long johns because it was wintertime and the Palace Theatre was freezing. Just as I began thinking, “I wonder where they are…”, Roger Allam burst open my dressing room door with his foot.
“LuPone!”
“Whaaaat?”
“You’re on!”
“Holy Shit!”
My wig, my costume, and I flew down three flights of stairs. By the time I hit the bottom step, I was fully dressed. (No contacts, no mike, no time). The ghost of Fantine is supposed to make an entrance in the closing minutes of the show as Jean Valjean is dying, but I had left Colm Wilkinson onstage alone, dead, sitting in a chair, head listing to the right, barely breathing - rnough to keep him alive - for sixteen bars of music.
Yeah, I royally fucked up.
Patti LuPone, A Memoir (via italysnotbroadway)

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kisspookiee:

why am I the witness
and when I capture it on film
will it mean that it’s the end
and I’m alone?

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lauraosnes:

favourite songs: Newsies, “Watch What Happens”

Give life’s little guys some ink 
And when it dries just watch what happens. 
Those kids will live and breathe right on the page 
And once they’re center stage 
You watch what happens. 

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