Opera

Stepping into the beautiful theater I prepared myself for some beautiful voices. I think my favorite kind of music is the kind that comes completely natural from someones body, without any kind of instrument's or object's help.

I felt that the voices were being ruined by the words they had to say in order for people to understand the storyline and plot. I wanted them to sing to me, not talk to me. I got goosebumps whenever they hit a note with full power and held it there, and I waited and hoped for another note to strike me even harder. My heart would melt. Their voices amazed me. How can someone that small make a noise that loud? I also enjoyed their acting, they make me feel what they felt.

I've never seen anything so intricate and gorgeous as the costumes and setting of the garden. The flower girls were so beautiful that I wanted to be them, but then realized how hard it would be to stay still like that for so long. I have no idea how they did that. I caught myself watching one of them for quite some time to see if she would move, not even her eyes moved except for her blinking. Very impressive.

I would've liked it more if I understood them and didn't have to read the subtitles. It took me away from the emotion and actions of the characters. But then I got to thinking if it would be as beautiful and sound as good in english? Maybe they did that on purpose? Maybe not. I'm not sure what the norm is for operas. I would like to know.

The story almost reminded me of Romeo and Juliette. I guess similar to many love stories, but the impossible love that will only work if they run away, and then one mistakenly takes the poison and of course the other can't live without their love and also takes the poison.

Complete drama. Complete love. And I melt for it everytime.