I cannot lie. I feel like I am violating everything that I believe in by being so excited for Disney's sixth venture in its journey to take over Broadway, "The Little Mermaid". Hopefully, Francesca Zambello will guide this production to be one of Disney's best since the last two, "Tarzan" and "Mary Poppins", haven't exactly been anything to be particularly excited about.
Excluding the fact that "Tarzan" offers Josh Strickland, which is not exactly an unpleasing sight.
"Mary Poppins" provides you the opportunity to watch the title character to fly out of the theater, and be scared shitless for the little children in their nightmare sequence.
I know that come March 18th. I will be first on my cell attempting with all my power to obtain two tickets to see the show in Denver. To experience this, achievement or catastrophe, will be well worth the plane ticket.
I mean honestly the moment when they start singing, "We are the daughters of Triton," they may have to resuscitate me.
Oh, if there is real water. I will finally fall and support this organization.
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