wicked fun
Yesterday was beyond a doubt one of the days that will be added to my list of Days Never to Be Forgotten.
It was the last day of Wicked Fan Week and my last chance to meet the main leads in the flesh. Unfortunately, when I went to watch the show, they were the understudies. Don't get me wrong; They are good too. However, its vastly different watching the principal cast perform and the understudies perform.
Thus, I bugged begged June into accompanying me because Nutella has project work, Jamie has school and the only one who replied me from Kazhua was ill. The whole Saturday, I was wondering which post-show signing I should attend. David Harris (Fiyero) was going to be at the matinee show Sunday but Jemma Rix (Elphaba) and Suzie Mathers (Glinda) was only going to be at the night show. I decided, in the end, that I should go for the night one. I will deeply regret not meeting the gorgeous David Harris again but that's just it; I've already met him. I even have proof pictures (although the mini cousins thought I photoshopped it/took a picture with a cut-out)! ITS NOTTT!! I SWEARRRR!!!
The whole time, I was worried about whether the fansign will be in the inner foyer or the outer foyer (outside the souvenir shop). If its in the inner foyer, you need to be an audience for that performance to actually be part of the fansign. But then I saw this...
By the way, don't bother looking for it. Its no longer there :(
I was comforted by the tweet and we got ready and made our way down to MBS Sands Theatre.
Only to find out that... NO, we CAN'T actually go in to be part of the fansign. I was pretty annoyed and disappointed by this point. But since I have been expecting something like this, I was more resigned than anything else. I showed the salespeople the tweet and while waiting for the final verdict as they ask the people inside (and June was bitch-tweet-complaining to everyone she can think of)... this guy just suddenly came right in front of me and dropped his tickets into the trash can.
I SEE THE LIGHT! All I needed, to join in, was to be an audience of that performance... and with those tickets, who is to say I'm not? I reached to grab it and then someone stared at me so I just dropped some random tissue I was holding into the trash can. Then, I moved to block the view and quickly whispered to June to grab those tickets. Yes, I took tickets out of the trash can. YES, I WAS THAT DESPERATE.
I will NEVER understand why anyone would throw away tickets like that (Damned rich people). I LOVE keepsakes. But anyway, thank you, Mr Justin Ang. You just gave me the golden ticket to enter the foyer.
I was all, "So how do we get in now?" and June being the awesome impulsive go-getter person she is, just grabbed my arm and quickly pulled me into the foyer. One moment I was outside and then next, I was THERE. I WAS IN THE FREAKING QUEUE!!
I even bought the program so Jemma and Suzie can sign in it!
And then... disaster strikes again. I kept noticing this security personnel. And no, unfortunately, it's not because he's particularly good-looking. It's because he's walking around passing numbered stickers to people in the queue.
Did anyone notice this part? I definitely didn't, but I had a REALLY BAD feeling about it. And I've learned a long time ago that I should listen to my intuition because it's usually right. Damn me and my ridiculous, crazy luck. Limited numbers = 100 people.
Hello, I am number 101.
I was ->||<- close to bawling my eyes out and thoroughly embarrassing myself. I begged the couple in front of me and the lady graciously gave me her sticker. I LOVE HER.
I didn't get your name but THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCHHHHH!!
She is seriously the nicest person EVER. There was another mini disaster after that where this guy was insisting that everyone in the line has to have a numbered sticker to get the autograph. She actually left the line instead of asking me for the sticker back. She insisted to her boyfriend (who was understandably fussing about it) that all she wanted was a picture and not the autograph. God, if you still listen to my prayers, please bless this lady. She gave me one of the best early birthday presents ever.
Proud owner of the number 100 sticker!! OH YEAHHHH~~~!!
Side note: I just realized they printed the dates wrong. lol. Sunday should have been the 1st. April Fools?
And finally... after feeling cheated, being told that I'm not allowed to join the fansign, snitching tickets from the trash, sneaking in past the security, being told I am the unfortunate number 101 TWICE and a lot of grovelling...
BEST PRE-BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!
still running high on adrenaline and endorphins, I hereby present... post fansign celebratory peektures!
Shout out to the awesome sister, June!! lol. If not for her presence, I don't think I would have mustered the courage to have done half the things I did yesterday. THANK YOU! I LOVE YOUUU! HEARTSSS!! XOXOXOXOXO
and thus, I turn over the last page of the Wicked fandom chapter in my life.
who can say if i've been changed for the better?
i do believe i have been changed for the better.
and because i knew you...
... because i knew you,
i have been changed for good.
It was the last day of Wicked Fan Week and my last chance to meet the main leads in the flesh. Unfortunately, when I went to watch the show, they were the understudies. Don't get me wrong; They are good too. However, its vastly different watching the principal cast perform and the understudies perform.
Thus, I bugged begged June into accompanying me because Nutella has project work, Jamie has school and the only one who replied me from Kazhua was ill. The whole Saturday, I was wondering which post-show signing I should attend. David Harris (Fiyero) was going to be at the matinee show Sunday but Jemma Rix (Elphaba) and Suzie Mathers (Glinda) was only going to be at the night show. I decided, in the end, that I should go for the night one. I will deeply regret not meeting the gorgeous David Harris again but that's just it; I've already met him. I even have proof pictures (although the mini cousins thought I photoshopped it/took a picture with a cut-out)! ITS NOTTT!! I SWEARRRR!!!
The whole time, I was worried about whether the fansign will be in the inner foyer or the outer foyer (outside the souvenir shop). If its in the inner foyer, you need to be an audience for that performance to actually be part of the fansign. But then I saw this...
By the way, don't bother looking for it. Its no longer there :(
I was comforted by the tweet and we got ready and made our way down to MBS Sands Theatre.
Only to find out that... NO, we CAN'T actually go in to be part of the fansign. I was pretty annoyed and disappointed by this point. But since I have been expecting something like this, I was more resigned than anything else. I showed the salespeople the tweet and while waiting for the final verdict as they ask the people inside (and June was bitch-tweet-complaining to everyone she can think of)... this guy just suddenly came right in front of me and dropped his tickets into the trash can.
I SEE THE LIGHT! All I needed, to join in, was to be an audience of that performance... and with those tickets, who is to say I'm not? I reached to grab it and then someone stared at me so I just dropped some random tissue I was holding into the trash can. Then, I moved to block the view and quickly whispered to June to grab those tickets. Yes, I took tickets out of the trash can. YES, I WAS THAT DESPERATE.
I will NEVER understand why anyone would throw away tickets like that (Damned rich people). I LOVE keepsakes. But anyway, thank you, Mr Justin Ang. You just gave me the golden ticket to enter the foyer.
I was all, "So how do we get in now?" and June being the awesome impulsive go-getter person she is, just grabbed my arm and quickly pulled me into the foyer. One moment I was outside and then next, I was THERE. I WAS IN THE FREAKING QUEUE!!
I even bought the program so Jemma and Suzie can sign in it!
And then... disaster strikes again. I kept noticing this security personnel. And no, unfortunately, it's not because he's particularly good-looking. It's because he's walking around passing numbered stickers to people in the queue.
Did anyone notice this part? I definitely didn't, but I had a REALLY BAD feeling about it. And I've learned a long time ago that I should listen to my intuition because it's usually right. Damn me and my ridiculous, crazy luck. Limited numbers = 100 people.
Hello, I am number 101.
I was ->||<- close to bawling my eyes out and thoroughly embarrassing myself. I begged the couple in front of me and the lady graciously gave me her sticker. I LOVE HER.
I didn't get your name but THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCHHHHH!!
She is seriously the nicest person EVER. There was another mini disaster after that where this guy was insisting that everyone in the line has to have a numbered sticker to get the autograph. She actually left the line instead of asking me for the sticker back. She insisted to her boyfriend (who was understandably fussing about it) that all she wanted was a picture and not the autograph. God, if you still listen to my prayers, please bless this lady. She gave me one of the best early birthday presents ever.
Proud owner of the number 100 sticker!! OH YEAHHHH~~~!!
Side note: I just realized they printed the dates wrong. lol. Sunday should have been the 1st. April Fools?
And finally... after feeling cheated, being told that I'm not allowed to join the fansign, snitching tickets from the trash, sneaking in past the security, being told I am the unfortunate number 101 TWICE and a lot of grovelling...
BEST PRE-BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!
still running high on adrenaline and endorphins, I hereby present... post fansign celebratory peektures!
Shout out to the awesome sister, June!! lol. If not for her presence, I don't think I would have mustered the courage to have done half the things I did yesterday. THANK YOU! I LOVE YOUUU! HEARTSSS!! XOXOXOXOXO
and thus, I turn over the last page of the Wicked fandom chapter in my life.
who can say if i've been changed for the better?
i do believe i have been changed for the better.
and because i knew you...
... because i knew you,
i have been changed for good.