The Limerick Adventures of Jodie and Hadley

This is the story of my and Jodie's time seeing the BRILLIANT musical Spring Awakening last week. In limerick form. How's that for rhyming?! :D And you guys had better appreciate this, because I'm rhyme-deficient and this took awhile... XD

There once were a Jodie and Hadley

who loved musicals very madly,

so when a show came,

(Spring Awakening by name)

they acquired some tickets most gladly.

When the night of the show was upon,

their loveliest clothes they put on.

At the theater they greeted

and then they proceeded

to fangirl and squee thereupon.

So in the midst of this display,

a security guard came their way

and said there were spots

that they would love lots

and in which the owners were nay.

Now, the show meant a lot to these two,

(one with Moritz hair gelled up like glue),

so when they were asked

to sit with the cast,

they knew all their dreams had come true.

They were led backstage and up stairs

and let to the set and some chairs,

some of which were kept empty

just up to the entry

of the cast, for these seats were theirs.

Now, Hadley had styled her hair

in a Moritz updo with great care,

so when he entered

and he sat next to her

they were quite a great pair to compare.

When it began, they shook in their chairs,

for the best view indeed was theirs.

They saw everything clear

(such as Melchior's rear);

every bit of the onstage affairs.

At the end of Act One, their ears ringing

from the very close band and loud singing,

they were led from the stage,

unable to gauge

if their faces would ever stop grinning.

The seats they had to give back

to the buyers who punctuality lacked

and so with this success

they went back to Row S

and cried through the whole second act.

The crying, I have to tell you,

was not for a lack of the view,

but because the plot had

gotten terribly sad

(and the talent no one could outdo).

When the story had sadly concluded,

to the stagedoor they instantly scooted.

Many signatures were gained

despite freezing rain

for stagedoorers just can't be eluded.

Some pictures they garnered as well,

with whom I simply must tell:

we met Wendla and Otto

and then won the lotto:

the photo with Moritz was swell.

There were a few other signatures, too:

Anna, Mel, Ilse, Hanschen, who

with his bottle-blonde hair

and his arrogant glare,

looked just like one Malfoy, I tell you.

By now, the girls' fingers were numb

and their ears still in pain from the drum.

As the cast bid farewell

and went to their hotel,

the girls got in the car, struck dumb.

In conclusion, you must understand

that things don't always go as planned

and these happy surprises

can always arise as

the chances are always at hand.  : )

(Does he not look like Malfoy? Srsly...)