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The lights dimmed. A hush fell over the three thousand people. Then, the first orchestral blast of the overture hit—a jagged, thrilling chord that made the floorboards vibrate.

As the ushers opened the brass-handled doors, the scent of expensive perfume and old-theatre velvet washed over them. They climbed the spiral staircase, the anticipation thick enough to taste. When they finally took their seats, the Great Hall of Oz loomed before them, the massive mechanical Dragon Clock suspended above the stage, its red eyes glowing with silent promise. buy tickets for wicked on broadway

Maya reached out and gripped Leo’s hand. As the Citizens of Oz rushed the stage in their fantastical, asymmetrical costumes, Leo didn't look at the actors. He looked at his daughter. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the shimmering stage lights, a tear already tracing a path down her cheek. The lights dimmed

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