Wicked Moves with Christopher Scott
Elphaba (Cynthia Erivo) steps down the steps, rests her hat on the floor and takes in the Ozdust Ballroom in Wicked. She elevates her arm, bringing her bent wrist to her temple.
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On a sultry day like this, it might be easy to imagine we’re somewhere in the south, rather than the urban confines of Hearst Plaza, where a small group has gathered, curious about a free event. We’re not quite sure where to sit. There are café tables, a curving concrete slope that divides the space between a grove of plane trees and a very inviting reflecting pool. For now, we’re directed away from the chairs that face a small stage. As we settle in, some poetry comes through the sound system: “Gather with your folk, that is the medicine; Open your heart to the sky; Drop down, feel your essence, share your essence.” Then Lucianna Padmore takes her place behind a drumset, and Grace Galu Kalambay, picks up a guitar and begins to sing. “We got spells, spells or ways for hot flashes, for the worst cramps, for when you’re not yourself . . .”
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Elphaba (Cynthia Erivo) steps down the steps, rests her hat on the floor and takes in the Ozdust Ballroom in Wicked. She elevates her arm, bringing her bent wrist to her temple.
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