Tonight, I saw the musical Cats, together with my mother, at Philadelphia's Forrest Theatre. Cats is the only musical I have ever seen on Broadway, and I was lucky to be able to see it there back in 1999 or 2000—it closed in 2000—when I was just 4 or 5 years old. Since then, the musical has held a special place in my heart, and for a time, I even went to sleep to the Broadway Cast Recording "Selections" CD each night. A couple years ago, I bought the DVD of the 1998 TV film, but tonight was the first time I had seen the show live since that evening as a blissful child.
It was magical. The dancing was spectacular. The music was spellbinding. The special effects were otherworldly and modern. The audience's enthusiasm was infectious. And I was like a kid again. (Also, if you think that I didn't cry from sheer emotion at several points throughout the evening, then you don't know me that well lol.)
Honestly, the only complaints I have were the American accents—the lyrics sound so much better when pronounced by posh Londoners lol—the orchestra, which sounded fake; the sound mixing, as the performers were occasionally hard to hear; and the location of the theater itself because Philly is my personal hell in which I start coughing regularly after literally ten minutes of breathing outside.
I will cherish tonight for a long time, and if you've never seen this show, do yourself a favor and go see it when you get the chance. Sure, it's got only a very loose plot, and the Tom Hooper movie will likely be awkward because of it, but the music, the dancing, and the characters will have you joining in a standing ovation. And singing the rest of the night lol.