Narrative Essay: My Shot By Patti Lupone

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Lana was crying over a song that came on her phone. It all began the previous summer. Lana, being a huge Broadway enthusiast, saved up enough money to buy tickets for BroadwayCon, which was a Broadway convention. There were no words that could describe how ecstatic she felt as she entered the building. Show tunes filled the air. To her right, Patti Lupone was signing autographs. To her left, they were selling Broadway merchandise. Up ahead, Lin-Manuel Miranda was performing “My Shot” from Hamilton. There were people sharing their different musical obsessions everywhere. Lana was truly in heaven. She looked at the convention agenda. There were so many exciting events planned. There was a singing/acting workshop, and later there was going to be a meet and greet with the cast of Wicked. But what Lana looked forward to the most was the karaoke event, which was right up next. Not wanting to be late to the event, she took out her map of the convention and rushed to the location. Lana stood there in the audience and …show more content…

“That’s so sweet. No guy has ever gone through so much trouble for me.” She felt her eyes welling up. “By the way, I watched your newest YouTube video during my cab ride to your house. That was a wonderful rendition of ‘A Little Johnny,’” Johnny joked. Lana chuckled nervously. “What do you mean? The song’s titled ‘A Little Priest.’” Johnny took out his phone and showed Lana, who had not fully watched it yet, her cover of the song. Lana had never felt more embarrassed in her life than when she was watching her video. It was in this specific point in the video that she cringed the most, and practically cried from laughing so much. “What is that?” her video self asked. If you have ever seen Sweeney Todd, the next line in the song refers to a “human flavored pie,” as Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney Todd were talking about baking people into pies in the song “A Little Priest.” Here is where Lana flubbed. “IT’S JOHNNY. HAVE A LITTLE

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