Do You Hear The People Sing? Singing The Song Of Sequined Teens?

At my university, you had to take an introductory fiction writing workshop before you were eligible to apply for the more advanced workshops. Admission to these big leagues was by no means guaranteed. The first time that I got in, I experienced about a week of absolute elation followed by several months of intermittent terror and imposter syndrome. At the time it all felt very high stakes. Which is perhaps why I was so profoundly distressed when I showed up on the first day and realized that 90 percent of the class brought little black Moleskines to the table in lieu of normal notebooks. I rectified the problem immediately, of course, but the psychic damage was done. Today’s story is about another fledgling taking her first steps into another artistic realm: the theater. What better backdrop for a bunch of young people to take everything too seriously, from their roller skates to their dramaturgy, from their secret affairs to their reviews in the campus newspaper. Get ready to be revolutionized by disco Les Misérables. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCKQz0jduY4

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