How about instead of a Wicked movie adaptation with human celebrities (boring) they make Wicked but with Muppets (sensational, inspirational, muppetational)
watched wicked for the first time since i was 8 and now i’m physically stronger and can lift cars and buildings
Carla Stickler’s heroic night on Broadway
January 1, 2022
Post Covid Shutdown Debut. It has been 7 years since she played Elphaba.
Just a few random Broadway lyrics that make me Feel Things™:
to people living with living with living with – not dying from disease
it’s like all I do is plan for joy I don’t get to feel
how did I live? was I kind enough and good enough, did I love enough?
hey, guys, it’s me – the biggest disappointment you know
you said you loved me – or were you just being kind?
I ain’t getting any younger, and I wanna start brand new
Can you be optimistic? you're no longer the ingenue
and I stand here helpless, my arms extended, knowing full well, darling, your war’s not ended
I guess if someone doesn’t love you back, it isn’t such a crime, but there’s a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time
someone to make you come through, who'll always be there, as frightened as you, of being alive
what does he care for the logic of kings, the laws of your underworld? it is only for love that he sings – he sings for the love of a girl
even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise
what if when he knows me, my heart is set in motion? I’m not prepared for that, I’m scared of breaking open...
you’ll be with me like a handprint on my heart
don’t laugh when I say “love”, don’t think that I’m naive – because even a person who’s smart can listen to their heart
because we come from everywhere, we all come from away
forgivness... can you imagine?
“I’m innocent”, she cries, but then you see her eyes, and something in them tells you that she absolutely lies
and I knew I’d come up short a million different ways, and I did... and I do... and I will
I can’t go write another song I’m too afraid to play, or dream how things could change, but only see what’s in my way
and my arms can’t hold her and keep her small, but all that my heart can see is one small girl
still, I understand if I’m not your kind of woman
what doesn’t kill me doesn’t kill me, so fill me up for just another day
why is it that if some dude walked up to me on a subway platform and said these things, I would think he's a mentally ill asshole, but if the vampire inside my head says it, it's the voice of reason?