Three Musketeers — Each for All, and All for Each

Yesterday I saw the musical 3 Musketiere (3 Musketeers). It's a new musical in Stuttgart, it just started two weeks ago. Yesterday it was a special performance. Stage Entertainment, the company that operates almost all musical theaters and shows in Germany donated the entire show to a local Anti-AIDS organization, i.e. the profit is completely donated to that organization for their projects. They do that regularly and I usually have tickets to that special shows. I think that is very generous of Stage Entertainment, and I'm glad this huge company is supporting that organization.

The musical was absolutely amazing, I like it very much. The music fits my taste quite well, it's a real ear candy, and the stage design made a great visual impact. The story in brief is about the good musketeers that fight the bad. The last song's title was the motto "Each for All, and All for Each", and there were dozends of musketeers dancing. Whenever one needed help, every other musketeer helped. And each one was helping when he realized another one needs help.
I don't want to elaborate to much on that topic, everybody knows what it means. It was very touching.

After the show I as I was walking home from the lightrail station I suddenly realized why this song touched me that much. I'm a very loyal friend and I was always helping the weak. I usually was a class representative, and I tried to help whoever was suffering from injustice.

Kommentare

i love musicals and them donating the show to local aids org just rocks!

Buddy, does that issue holding true for me as well?

I need to tell you one more thing. Often I also have moments that bring tears into my eyes. Usually because of that issue

I already wrote a answer to guess comments, but unfortunately it didn't publish. Damn.
Or, more likely, I wrote that in someone else's blog?! If so, I'm sorry.

Ok, once again... Last time I was saying that it's hard to tell if I was talking about the commenter when the comment is posted anonymously. But now I know which moose left them. And no, I wasn't talking of you.

And I wrote that it wasn't tears of sadness, more or less they were tears of emotions like when Pretty Woman gets rescued on the fire escapes--you know what I mean?