Princess Bari

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Quando vi a propaganda desse show, fiquei alucinada. Tudo tao colorido, tao dinamico, que eu fiquei BABANDO de vontade de ir! E ia ser meu primeiro show Koreano.

Lia foi generosa o suficiente de ir comigo.

Eue stava tao feliz de assistir ao espetaculo, que errei o horario e chegamos la mais de 45 minutos adiantadas. Um frio do KCT, fiz questaod e levar um cobertor ( pq eu sou chic) pra me enrolar.

E dai que iam dizer que eu sou velha coroca? Frio e que eu nao ia passar.

Lia ficou horrorizada com a ideia do cobertor, mas eu levei um pra ela tambem. Nao queria que a minha filha passasse frio.

Foi facil estacionar ( chegamos cedo demais, lembra?) , nos sentamos e ficamos esperando o show.

O lugar ficou relativamente cheio - quem e que nao ia querer ver esse explendor, ne?

E o show comecou. Ou eu acho que comecou, pq estava tao devagar que eu nao tinha muita certeza.

E os movimentos eram desarticulados, sem graca e se o show tinha uma historia ( e eu dei um google depois e descobri que TINHA historia), eu nao percebi nem entendi patavinas.

E achei feio.

E as roupas eram sem graca. As coreografias desconexas.

Um horror. Um desastre. A unica coisa boa era a companhia da Lia - e os cobertores, pq estava um frio danado.

Lili narrava o show pra mim. E ele se arrasta no palco. Devagar, bem devagar. E ele continua se arrastando no palco. Morreu. E estao arrastando o morto... e por ai ia.

Quando nem eu nem ela aguentavamos mais, decidimos ir embora. Nos levantamos e com cuidado para nao atrapalhar algum maluco que estivesse gostando, fomos para a porta. Que estava trancada.

Pedi pro cara abrir.

- Precisa esperar o show acabar.

- Nao quero. Quero ir embora.

- Nao pode. tem que esperar acabar.

-Mas vc nao pode me prender aqui.

- nao. Nao posso.

-Entao abre.

- So quando acabar...

Eu ja estava me imaginandos endo levada pela policia pelo escandalo que eu ia comecar a fazer, mas nao precisei.

Uma arabe falou alguma coisa para o guarda ( em arabe) e ele abriu uma frestinha da porta para ela passar. nao tive duvidas. Enfiei o meu pe na fresta, joguei o meu peso contra a porta e comecei a gritar que eu ia sair e pronto.

Sai.

E eles fecharam a porta com a Lia pra dentro.

Como a maca nao cai longe da macieira, ela comecou a esmurrar a porta, se jogou contra os segurancas e tambem conseguiu sair.

E eu gritava:

- Corre Lia! Corre se nao eles vao levar a gente de volta e vao nos obrigar a assistir o show ate o final...

Nunca rimos tanto!

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When I saw the advertisement for this show, I could barely hold the excitment. It all seemed  so colorful, so dynamic, I was dying to go! And it would also be my first  Korean show.Lia was generous enough to agree to go with me.I was so enthusiastic about it, we got there more than 45 minutes early. It was cold as hell, so I made sure to take a blanket (because I'm chic) ​​to wrap myself in.I don't care if you think I am old or have no aesthetic sense. I refuse to be cold.Lia was horrified about it, but I took one for her too. I did not want my daughter to be cold either.It was easy to park (we arrived too early, remember?), And we took our seats and waited for the show.The place was relatively full -  who would not want to see this amazing display of colors and talent?And the show began. Or I thought it started, because it was so slow I was not really sure.The movements were uncoordinated, without grace, and if the show had a story (and I did google it and found out they HAD  a story), I did not understand a thing.

The performance was dreadful. Ugly. The clothes had no glamour at all. The choreography seemed disconnected.It was horrible. A total disaster. The only good thing there was Lia's company  - and the blankets, because it was darn cold.Lili narrated the show for me. He drags himself onstage. Slowly, very slowly. He keeps dragging himself all over the stage. He died. And they are dragging him after death ... and painfully we watched.When neither of us could take it any longer, we decided to leave.

We got up and  left quietly, being careful not to disturb some crazy person who might be enjoying it. Off to the door we went. To my surprise, it was locked.I asked the security guard to open it.- You need  to wait for the show to end. - I do not want to do that. I want to leave now.- You can not. You will have to wait.- You can not hold me here.- No. I can not.- So open it.- Only when it ends ...When I was getting ready to trow a tantrun, an Arab woman said something to the guard (in Arabic) and he opened the door for her to pass. I had no doubts. I stuck my foot in the opening, threw my weight against the door and started screaming so hard he decided to let me out. 
But they closed the door with Lia still inside.As the apple does not fall far from the tree, she started banging on the door, threw herself against the security guards and also managed to get out.When I saw her coming out, I screamed:- Run Lia! Run or they will take us back and make us watch the whole show!

We never laughed so much in our lives.