In high school I was a dancer. Actually, since the age of six I have been a dancer, from ballet to jazz to tap, you name it. It was something that made me who I am today, but I would never have considered it a career. I simply wasn’t good enough. That thought was ever more clear last night when I watched 12 year old Matteo Zecca brilliantly own the stage.
The star of Billy Elliot the Musical, could turn like it was nobody’s business, tumble like it was nobody’s business, tap like it was nobody’s business, and not mention sing and dance. He had it all. How nice that must be, to find that thing that makes you incredible, the thing that you are incredible at doing. I, who had danced longer than this kid has been alive, sat there in awe at the lack of skills that I have. I sat there with my jaw dropped at his incredibleness. I could just image the amount of intense training and complete skill it took for him for him to reach the point the he was at. All I can say is that that boy right there is a star.
The musical itself was brilliant. Although I had watched the film many years before, there is nothing like watching it live. The world swallowing you in, and this play had me. I have always been a fan of theater, Broadway and musicals alike, but the fact that I watched a British musical in Britain was that much more special. Not only was it an incredible play, but I am in an incredible city that allows for the magic to happen. And this show was magical.
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