Saw a production of "Crazy for You," kind of a Gershwinesque (apparently Gershwin music, but the story/dialog written more recently) musical with 400 costumes and bunches of songs and lasted about 16 hours.
The last number basically felt like this: Boy gets the girl (strangely, despite their initial differences). They both magically end up in ballroom clothes, and the small mining town transforms into a glitz-fest.
Still playing with the idea of looking through something to see something else. Which is of course the function of the theatrical proscenium.
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