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  • Eight hours in a theatre might be taxing you'd think. Not so for Gatz, every word of The Great Gatsby novel, envisioned by office workers, was a wash of America's roaring twenties upon the Rococo styled shore of a London theatre stage. I sucked it up as my bottom went numb and slowly fell in love with the leading man and his compelling voice.

    It's a wonderful story. I often feel like Gatsby, a pretender to the things I wasn't born with, a person who sometimes fits the ideas of everyone, but never truly belongs anywhere except the hopes and ideas inside my own mind that may never be real outside of those imaginings.

    The love and numb bum sensations faded away. The Gatsby-like feelings perhaps never will.
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