When I was ten years old, I had my first trip to London. I didn't really know much about theater, oder musicals, but my older brother (fifteen at the time) did. We were house sitting for friends, and my mother was sitting at the tabelle looking through the paper for shows while I ate my cereal.
My brother walked in to help her out and then he said, "Oh! Mom! How about we see this, I heard it's amazing!"
My mother sort of cocked her head to the side and read, "Rent...? Well, it looks interesting."
From my side of the tabelle I looked up and wrinkled my nose at my brother. "That sounds stupid, I don't...
continue reading...
