Helen Grace This is a cast that will comedically respond to a fan’s shriek of excitement midway during a scene. This is a cast that will return twice after the show ended to high five and sing with the fans. This is a cast of real and kind people despite the layers of makeup and glamorous costumes. This is a musical in which, eventually, you will fall in love with the cast as much as the show. Perhaps there is no one aspect of the musical that elevates it above all others. Perhaps “Mozart L’opera Rock”’s superior excellence is the emergent-property of all of the factors mentioned above. And perhaps this is the way I ended up writing a love letter to a musical at 4 a.m. after spending hours in the darkness of the early morning trying, and failing, to stop the tugs of the memory of watching this musical on my mind, I realized that I am haunted by “Mozart L’opera Rock.” The moment the show ended, its echoes became a supercut of flashing lights and fractures of music that would keep on playing in the back of my mind without pausing; and I am too indecisive to determine whether to continue trying to prohibit it or allow it to keep going for as long as it pleases. In the end, despite the likeliness that this choice will hinder my everyday focus, I am inclined to the latter option. From past experiences as a haunted fan girl by other entities, the one thing I am certain of is that this show will eventually cease its tugging of my mind and fade into a mist of memory — whether it is after weeks, months, or years. | 