The Music Of The Night

In the interest of saving time and the prospect of stirring up maximum jealousy, this is going to be straightforward.

I went to watch Phantom Of The Opera at Her Majesty's Theatre in London's west end on Saturday night. I cried through most of it. I sang the whole way home. I am still singing 3 days later.

The fruits of my labour are starting to ripen and damn it feels good (danananananana) I knew that it would (danananananana).