When I was a kid, the basement of our house used to flood after every major thunderstorm. Naturally, I would become paranoid that the Phantom of the Opera was going to kidnap me. This fear was instilled in me at age three when my parents took me to see my first-ever musical, The Phantom of Opera. Over the weekend, the Broadway production of Phantom celebrated its 25th anniversary, a remarkable milestone for the show that embedded in me, along with so many others, a love for musical theater.
After the smashing success of Phantom on Broadway and in London, the producers decided to launch two America touring productions and a sit-down production in Toronto, Canada. In 1989 my parents scored tickets to see the show with its original Canadian cast in Toronto. Despite only being three, and ignoring the fact that the main character was a deformed madman, my parents decided to introduce me to live theater. To calm my fears, they bribed me into good behavior by allowing me to bring my cabbage doll named Hannibal (ironically enough, that’s also the name of the first act opera in Phantom).
What my parents failed to tell me was that our seats were two rows from the stage, center orchestra. Due to the proximity of our seats to the stage, my three-year old self was introduced to live theater by: having a chandelier rise and fall on-top of us, the stage get set on fire, fireballs shot at us from the Phantom himself, the Phantom taking his curtain call without his mask – thus waving at me with his deformed face, and the infamous gondola journey to the underground where he takes Christine to his lair.
Poor Hannibal, he got squashed that evening by me hugging him so tightly. After that night, and after every rain storm when our basement would flood, I was terrified the Phantom would come and kidnap me, like he did Christine, in his gondola. Growing up I had numerous sightings of the Phantom in our basement, although none were ever confirmed by my parents.
It wasn’t until the movie version of Phantom came out, when I started re-listening to the cast album and finally decided to revisit the show. When the tour came to Pittsburgh the next year, my father scored two tickets for my mother and I (Hannibal stayed home). Same seats, second row, center orchestra, and this time I loved every minute.
Prior to the show, Mom and I went for dinner at a restaurant near the theater. Sitting at the table next to us was a young boy (age 3) and his mother. We started chatting with them, and the boy proceeded to talk non-stop about the show, movie and cast album. This was his first time seeing the show and he could barely contain his excitement. Leaving dinner, I turned to the woman and said, “You’re not going to believe this, but that was mom and I 15 years ago.” My mother and I got up and then proceeded to the theater.
I am so proud of Phantom’s 25th anniversary, and even prouder that it was the first musical I ever saw. Since originally opening in London in 1986 (three months after I was born), the show has been seen by more than 100 million theatergoers in 150 cities located worldwide in 25 countries. In a world so wrought with division, Phantom’s success reminds me of the power of the arts to unify us. We all may have seen the same show, but our takeaways are all different and this allows us to have a dialogue and forge relationships we might have otherwise passed up.
I was unable to attend Phantom’s 25th anniversary gala in New York City, but could not be happier for their milestone. With each year that passes, and each performance where the chandelier crashes, I am constantly reminded how special this show is as fellow fans return again, often bringing along their children and continuing the tradition. The Phantom never did come and kidnap me with his gondola through our flooded basement, but as the years pass I have gone back to the Opera Populaire many times to revisit my old friend and remember how I fell in love with the music of the night.
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