Awakening
The room is enchanting- bare brick walls, adorned with all sorts of oddities- portraits, paintings, butterfly wings, ladders. The floor is vast, but littered with chairs and instruments. It’s the sort of room you could quite easily lose yourself in for hours, and keep finding new secrets that you hadn’t noticed before.
Suddenly, it’s plunged into darkness. Infinitely slowly, dots of light begin to glow through the murk- bulbs on strings act as improvised stars, illuminating a solitary chair. Standing on that chair is a girl- young, strangely bewitching looks, tightly curled hair and billowing dress. Her voice is delicate, her lullaby haunting.
An hour or so later, the girl is there once more; perched on a suspended platform, swinging silently in the dark. Her arms hoop around a broad-shouldered boy- all tightly curled hair and stormy eyes. Boys and girls in colourful dresses sit around them, hands raised to the platform, gazing upwards at the tryst. The boys shouts pierce the silence. Yet, he does not protest for long- soon, his lips are on the girls lips, then against her neck, then on her chest as he presses her down and unfastens her dress. She sighs in reply. His hands hitch up her skirt, delve for his own belt, and then mash his hips against hers. The people sat below them hum as they look upon the embrace. Suddenly, he thrusts; her leg shoots in the air; darkness.
If you have no idea what I’m talking about, then I suggest you discover Spring Awakening. I’m not much of a musical person, but as soon as I heard the soundtrack, I fell instantly and madly in love with Spring Awakening. It follows a group of teenagers in the late 19th century, as they reach puberty and discover the adult world- both sexually and emotionally. However, due to their parents’ inability to teach and guide them, maturity brings with it much despair.
I was a little apprehensive when I first heard it was coming to London, having fallen in love with the vocals of the original American cast (in particular, the original Moritz Steifel), but the London ensemble did not disappoint. It was a truly memorable show- and I wasn’t exactly complaining about the nudity, either…
Suddenly, it’s plunged into darkness. Infinitely slowly, dots of light begin to glow through the murk- bulbs on strings act as improvised stars, illuminating a solitary chair. Standing on that chair is a girl- young, strangely bewitching looks, tightly curled hair and billowing dress. Her voice is delicate, her lullaby haunting.
An hour or so later, the girl is there once more; perched on a suspended platform, swinging silently in the dark. Her arms hoop around a broad-shouldered boy- all tightly curled hair and stormy eyes. Boys and girls in colourful dresses sit around them, hands raised to the platform, gazing upwards at the tryst. The boys shouts pierce the silence. Yet, he does not protest for long- soon, his lips are on the girls lips, then against her neck, then on her chest as he presses her down and unfastens her dress. She sighs in reply. His hands hitch up her skirt, delve for his own belt, and then mash his hips against hers. The people sat below them hum as they look upon the embrace. Suddenly, he thrusts; her leg shoots in the air; darkness.
If you have no idea what I’m talking about, then I suggest you discover Spring Awakening. I’m not much of a musical person, but as soon as I heard the soundtrack, I fell instantly and madly in love with Spring Awakening. It follows a group of teenagers in the late 19th century, as they reach puberty and discover the adult world- both sexually and emotionally. However, due to their parents’ inability to teach and guide them, maturity brings with it much despair.
I was a little apprehensive when I first heard it was coming to London, having fallen in love with the vocals of the original American cast (in particular, the original Moritz Steifel), but the London ensemble did not disappoint. It was a truly memorable show- and I wasn’t exactly complaining about the nudity, either…
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