That’s Not Right!

That’s not right!
-Matilda

One of my favorite Broadway musicals and stories ever existed is definitely Matilda. Broadway, which I went to yesterday, has an amazing way of making everything seem so super magical to you. However, and I know that many agree with me on this, Matilda had some qualities that made everything seem like it was created by someone’s super powers.

Power. Even the actress who played Matilda, a nine year old girl, had one of the most beautiful voices I had ever heard. It had some kind strength and power in it that almost made me week in the knees and wanted me to scream with joy.
As well as the singing by small children, most no older than ten, the scenery displayed something of quiet, almost unforgivable power. It didn’t shout or claim anything, but yet stood there in peaceful glory. It was, in fact, probably comparable to Mona Lisa’s smile- something that will keep people wondering for years to come.
Finally, the lights were something of a power miracle. For instance, when the children rebel the Trunchbull and Chokey, light rays were used to create an illusion of imprisonment and harsh reality. It was both amazing and not easy.

Irony, Boldness, and Humor.

I chose looks over books. That’s why I look better than you.

That was a line that is probably my mom’s new motto, if you reversed it to “books over looks”. It was said by Matilda’s mother upon Ms.Honey’s visit to Matilda’s house in effort to meet the girl’s parents. Matilda’s mother, an almost exact portray of the modern (usually stereotyped), TV-obsessed American, wears a spazzy outfit of a bell skirt with clashy sparkles and a pink dancing blouse. You immediately get an opinion of her in the first opening scene, where she is in the hospital, 9 months pregnant. The doctor, a life-obsessed kind of man, is excited about her being about to give birth. The mother, on the other hand, wants to go to her international dance competition. The doctor tells her to look at herself; and she in turn proclaims, “Am I fat?” The doctor, in an almost teasing sort of way, says, “You’re 9 months pregnant.” She immediately wails, “Is there anything I can do? Drugs, alcohol, tablets, or anything like that?”

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Choices to Make, Paths to Take

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/07/02/daily-prompt-other/

Photographers, artists, poets: show us OTHER.

I just discovered these. The daily prompts- there for people like me who are sometimes to lazy to flood the wardrobe and take some pictures, or people like me who get uninterested in things VERY easily.

To me, the word “other” kind of always was simply a word that meant different, a word that meant sort of nothing to me. I guess there are others out there who feel the same way as me, people who also feel like writing about and picturing “other” is like putting down nothing. Maybe.
However, I realized that “other” could also show the way I think- kind of wacky, kind of not. It could show the sense of humor that I have, kind of funny but mainly not at all funny to most people, or even the things that I like.

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Of course, I try to act like I can fly, but I actually can’t. Sadly.

Now that I look back at this, it’s actually scary, what I think about. Oh well…

 

Always,

Sophie