The past few months have been busy, intense, and full of blessings. But it’s been grueling. I have more to say about what I’ve been up to soon, but first I need to get some thoughts out about the musical Waitress.
I’ve loved the musical Waitress long before I saw it yesterday. When I first heard they were creating the musical, I wasn’t initially interested in it. I had enjoyed the movie very much when I’d seen it years ago in theaters, but it didn’t feel like a musical to me. However, when I heard the music for the first time over a year ago, it clicked for me. My heart opened up. I got goosebumps. I cried. I was in the break room at my old day job, crying. It had been a long time since a musical affected me in that manner. Yes, I was a mess during Les Miserables, but I don’t cry when listening to the cast album. When I listen to Waitress, I cry every single time. When I’m in the car, I’m walking, I’m at work, it doesn’t matter, when the character Jenna sings the line, “She used to be mine,” and hits that note on the word “mine,” I break. She holds that note as a beautiful, primal scream. Everything that’s been building up in her breaks and it comes out in beautiful pain. I’m tearing up just imagining it; I don’t have to listen to it to cry!