I laughed out loud at the sad bit during Miss Saigon 10 years ago. I told myself musical theatre was no place for me.
I mean, someone singing ‘he’s deeeaaaadddddd’ at the top of their voice is enough to give anyone the giggles, surely?
But a change happened after watching the overwhelming Les Miserables at the cinema. Next up, Phantom of the Opera at the Mayflower in Southampton.
Would I burst out laughing again? Would I get bored? No. With a stunning set, wonderful costumes and the most awesome singing I have ever encountered, I was hooked.
How could that women get notes so high? And the ending? I was fine, I just had something stuck in my eye.