The Bridges have been Broken

Broken Bridges The Musical has finally come to a close after four months of rehearsals, two weeks of performance and nine hours of celebration. I thought I would never make it through in one piece. Not to say that I haven't - I've lost enough weight to perhaps suggest four fifths of my whole - but being in a musical isn't exactly a venture that one should delve into just for kicks. (After all, there's also the spins, jumps, and the beloved 'pain is your friend' pilates sessions.)

To whip a gang of mostly amateurs into singing, dancing, acting extraordinaires to the point of an audience member asking, "Are all these guys professionals?" is an accomplishment that would make both trainers and trainees beam with an uncontrollable amount of pride.

And that is why even after an overabundance of misfortunes in health and psychological makeup, I have lapped up every moment of being part of an ensemble.

To all involved and those who came to watch: Thank you for the experience. I'll upload pictures when I can.

Next stop, Ipoh town for real in November.

Flower can't wait.