The Lights can blind you easily in the theatre.
The audience is nothing but a black mass of nameless faces.
And then, you become her. You become the character of your play. A sweet song escapes your voice and so does tears and laughter.
You can be anything on stage. A flower, a witch, a princess, a flapper. . .the possibilities were endless.
That's why I live my life on Broadway. I live on the stage.
At a young age, I was already one of the most famous Broadway actresses. Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon, Cats, Sunset Boulevard. . .you name it, I can act or sing it.
A personal favorite of mine was Les Miserables. I played the character of my namesake for it when I was just fifteen. I played the love-struck peasant, Eponine.
In the play, she dies protecting the boy she loves during war. This was during the French revolution. But that boy, Marius never loved her. He was an educated student and he was already in love with Cosette.
Cosette was beautiful, sheltered and heaven-sent. She was a girl you couldn't hate because she was kind. But she was a girl you could envy in secret.
I did not want Cosette, I wanted Eponine. Not only because I have the same name as her, but also I felt it was destiny. Little did I know how much of my destiny it was.
I fell in love like Eponine, and like her, my love was never returned.
But I am getting ahead of my story.
Did I die saving the boy I love? Yes. Well, physically I didn't but inside me, a part of me is dead. Very dead. Eponine is dead.
Maybe you do not understand me yet but don't leave, please?
Stay and listen. Listen to my tale. It is of Broadway lights, white roses, white dresses and beautiful cold men.
It is a tale of love.
A tale of how events from the 1800's can still be repeated. A tale of Marius and Cosette.
Maybe it isn't exactly like Les Miserables. Maybe it has more twists. But nevertheless, it is a tale.
It is the tale of me, Eponine.
The audience is nothing but a black mass of nameless faces.
And then, you become her. You become the character of your play. A sweet song escapes your voice and so does tears and laughter.
You can be anything on stage. A flower, a witch, a princess, a flapper. . .the possibilities were endless.
That's why I live my life on Broadway. I live on the stage.
At a young age, I was already one of the most famous Broadway actresses. Phantom of the Opera, Miss Saigon, Cats, Sunset Boulevard. . .you name it, I can act or sing it.
A personal favorite of mine was Les Miserables. I played the character of my namesake for it when I was just fifteen. I played the love-struck peasant, Eponine.
In the play, she dies protecting the boy she loves during war. This was during the French revolution. But that boy, Marius never loved her. He was an educated student and he was already in love with Cosette.
Cosette was beautiful, sheltered and heaven-sent. She was a girl you couldn't hate because she was kind. But she was a girl you could envy in secret.
I did not want Cosette, I wanted Eponine. Not only because I have the same name as her, but also I felt it was destiny. Little did I know how much of my destiny it was.
I fell in love like Eponine, and like her, my love was never returned.
But I am getting ahead of my story.
Did I die saving the boy I love? Yes. Well, physically I didn't but inside me, a part of me is dead. Very dead. Eponine is dead.
Maybe you do not understand me yet but don't leave, please?
Stay and listen. Listen to my tale. It is of Broadway lights, white roses, white dresses and beautiful cold men.
It is a tale of love.
A tale of how events from the 1800's can still be repeated. A tale of Marius and Cosette.
Maybe it isn't exactly like Les Miserables. Maybe it has more twists. But nevertheless, it is a tale.
It is the tale of me, Eponine.