Why I Love Theatre-Sophie

So when I first received this assignment, I was all ready to celebrate my endless love for theatre, a topic on which I can talk about for days and provide random, useless facts on. But then I thought about why I honestly love theatre. I want to believe that when I saw “The Producers”, my theatre world lit up, but it’s actually because of my mother.

I am told multiple times that I am too dependent on my mother’s beliefs and that may be true, but my mom has always been there for me, accepting whatever I try to do. She let my sister and me listen to things like “Rent” when we were at young, impressionable ages and henceforth, showed up to kindergarten (at least my sister did) singing “Rent” and every swear word involved. How many kindergarteners do you know that can sing Pulitzer Prize winning dramas?

I love my madre (I’m expecting all the Spanish kids to come after me with a knife for writing that…) and most of her opinions are passed onto me. I refuse to indulge anyone in the delight of Bratz® dolls because they keep getting more and more promiscuous, a STRONG belief of my mother’s. And I despise the lyrics of all rap songs because I find them stupid and degrading (sorry if I offend someone there).

My mom has accepted me through all of my mistakes. When I ran away from home (for like, an hour), she held me in her arms while I sobbed onto her clean shirt. She didn’t ask why I had run away; she just held me and kept me warm. To have someone hold me like that, even though I felt like I didn’t deserve it, was the most amazing thing. I love my mom more than anything. Heck, she’d probably go kill anyone who was mean to me with a machete, or run them over, like she jokingly threatened to do this morning to my ex-best friend, who went all “I wanna be popular and you’re not popular so we can’t be friends anymore” on me.

Even when we started having our differences and varying opinions, I have never ever said to her I hate you, and I don’t think I ever will. I love rap for its seductive beat that lures me onto the dance floor, and my madre hates the entire idea. I DESPISE the musical “Sweeney Todd” and my mother would probably go see it 50 gazillion times while I huddled in my room reading “trashy romance novels” in the words of my mom. She listens to alternative music and Broadway musicals, while I blast annoying 90’s pop songs, followed by modern musicals.

Even while we having varying opinions, we still share a love of something. I listen to Brittney Spears and A*Teens, followed by “Altar Boys”, and madre blasts Green Day and Patti LuPone. We have our opinions, and we still collide. My mother affects every choice I make, whether I want her to or not. She my mommy and I would never EVER, not even if someone begged me on hands and knees, trade her for anything. I love her, and even when I’m off at college, she can still expect to hear from me “Mommy, how do you spell irresistible?” “Look it up in a dictionary. I’m going back to bed,”.

Sophie<3