It has been noted that, though magical, Eric and Rachel have really only ever performed one song. And in two days they are supposed to perform for an entire evening. Will Eric's Phantom voice and Rachel's high notes really transform into an hour of entertainment? Or was perhaps "The Phantom of the Opera" nothing more than a one hit wonder, never to be replicated by any other song or attempts at entertainment?
That is a valid point.
Come Friday to find out! We're as curious as you are!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
The Hidden Secret
The quest for the secret behind Eric and Rachel's success is as age-old as the search for the fountain of youth. Here the secret behind the magic is revealed:
Jenni Carlquist
As the singers steal the spotlight and the dimmed lights make the sheet music almost impossible to see, the life of a talented pianist is not glamorous. But on Friday night, after the curtain calls and praise have died away, it will be Jenni who is left standing with bona fide talent. Bless you, Jenni.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
What it's like to be possessed by Eric Vogeler
An adoring fan--after raving about the Phantom's first-hand account of passion, pain, and possession--requested that I share my own experiences.
It was Friday, October 13th. For months I had been struggling with my desires to go through dark tunnels at night and be near scarred men--or at least one scarred man. This Friday night was particularly trying, when during a restless sleep some being seemed to overtake me and make me powerless. I could not tell if it was dream or reality, but the effects of this poor night's sleep were particularly devastating as the following evening was my concert debut.
The concert was magical, and my final number of "Johnny One Note" was received with rousing applause. As I basked in the glory of hard work and a long-held "C", the thing that I had dreaded most came crashing into my mind: The Phantom. After a battle of wills and high notes, I gave in. The Phantom again ruined my performance when I was wowing the law school student body with my modern dancing.
That was nearly a year ago. Every night since I have dreaded sleep, knowing that I can be overtaken by the Phantom in my dreams. But worse than sleep is music. When I sing, I have no power over the Phantom's ability to control my very being. Next weekend I am performing again, and fear the potential ruin of my own praise when solos are interrupted by a masked man whom I detest but desire.
It was Friday, October 13th. For months I had been struggling with my desires to go through dark tunnels at night and be near scarred men--or at least one scarred man. This Friday night was particularly trying, when during a restless sleep some being seemed to overtake me and make me powerless. I could not tell if it was dream or reality, but the effects of this poor night's sleep were particularly devastating as the following evening was my concert debut.
The concert was magical, and my final number of "Johnny One Note" was received with rousing applause. As I basked in the glory of hard work and a long-held "C", the thing that I had dreaded most came crashing into my mind: The Phantom. After a battle of wills and high notes, I gave in. The Phantom again ruined my performance when I was wowing the law school student body with my modern dancing.
That was nearly a year ago. Every night since I have dreaded sleep, knowing that I can be overtaken by the Phantom in my dreams. But worse than sleep is music. When I sing, I have no power over the Phantom's ability to control my very being. Next weekend I am performing again, and fear the potential ruin of my own praise when solos are interrupted by a masked man whom I detest but desire.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
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