- Why is he so hot?
- Why didn't he propose to me when he looked at me in the crowd?
- Will I ever see him again?!
Anyways, on to the blog.
Our group ended up in the highest part of the theater, but luckily for me I was right on the edge of the balcony. The stage gets dark and suddenly, there he is, dressed so sharply in black. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I guess I decided to play hard to get at the time. He begins to dance, and as the show goes on I find myself smiling like a little school girl. I can't suppress my cheers, much to the annoyance of the old people sitting next to me, but I didn't care. When he dances flamenco I want to die, but most of all when he flips his long, beautiful, straight hair back. Gah. I loved the act where there are seven women, topless, with long skirts starting from their hips, laying on the floor, in the dim blue lights like mermaids on the seabed. The way they crawled and slithered off stage. Beautiful and haunting. And the act that was a homage to his mother...heartbreaking. I didn't quite understand at first, who the picture was of on the screen, it must have been from the 60s or 70s, but after seeing his misery, and the way he twisted and turned into variations of the fetal position, it dawned on me. At the end, he sat down to speak to the audience, what a gentleman, and his speech ended by thanking his mother, as he looked up and blew a kiss to the heavens. I wanted to cry. All in all, the show was phenomenal, and it was worth every single damn second.
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