N.B.: This is my second post of two today.
Yesterday I started work on the closing number for the musical I’m writing about the concentration camp Terezin. My brilliant lyricist gave me a lyric that contained lines like:
And if the sun should blacken,
That would seem like justice.
In all the idiotic beauty of the world,
How do I find a way to live?
So after spending all day writing music that had to express definitively the meaning of the Holocaust, I went to cheerleading practice and jumped up and down and shouted “Here we go! Cheer loud! Cheer proud! The leader of the crowd!”
Sometimes I kind of love my life.