
To those of you who know me well this will come as no surprise but I LOVE Musicals. I love everything about them, the start when "they" (the beautiful people) set the scene in a tornado of music and lighting. I love the buzz of excitement during the interval, the big finish and the bow from the cast as they soak up the appreciation from the audience (while I cry).
My friends find it highly amusing that I cry at musical theatre, but I get so swept away with it all and if truth be told I wish it was me up there....
Recently I went to visit a friend in London who shares my love of (as another friend puts it) "The unnecessary song". I stayed in London for a few days and before I knew it we commenced a musical marathon...
First came "Wicked" The untold story of the Witches of Oz" A must see for all the family. An amazing cast who are both funny and talented, a story of true friendship...Well worth the £22 for a West End ticket!
Next came Les Miserables....A true Andrew Lloyd Webber classic.
A spontaneous choice as we were supposed to get facials that day b

Finally came "Love Never Dies" the latest offering from the Great Llo

http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2010/mar/10/love-never-dies-reviews-reviewed
To be fair I'm pretty hard to please as Phantom holds a very special place in my heart being the first musical I ever watched. So when I try to write objectively about Love Never Dies, I fail miserably and here is why....
When I watched "The Phantom of the Opera" I was 10 years old. It was at the Manchester Opera House, my Mum and Nana had decided to take my older sister and I as a treat. I remember vividly being to small to see the stage and sitting on a booster seat. As the lights went down and the music boomed around the theatre, I was mesmerised and hooked for life!
Then came the final scene. I tried so hard not to cry, I felt the burn as t

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