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Two ladies.

I went to see Cabaret: Le Musical de Broadway.
Of course it was amazing. Although I was not able to get any photos to blog and share. When I walked in they searched bags and I was forced to coat check my camera, for free so it wasn't too bad. Although this seemed a bit strange since there were quite a few people who had smuggled in cameras and were using them (with flash even) during the performance. But then again cell phones (which I have been told is a complete Americanism in the English language) have progressed far enough that they are like good cameras.
In the end I bought the CD for the show with the songs being sung in French. A souvenir and perhaps a lesson in translation.
So many of the scenes were so amazing. The simple little things that they did. I wish I had been closer to catch more of the smaller things, but front row center for our price bracket was amazing still. In their rendition of 'Two Ladies' one of the ladies was actually a man dressed up as a lady. It made for some fun grey areas of sexuality and perhaps changed the balance of the song into two men, but instead I think it was more just about the idea of three people being in a sexual situation with one another where actual sex doesn't matter and it is all about the perceived.
And the ending was just amazing. Heart wrenching. Slow clap and holding back tears.

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