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Reminiscing on Opening Night ✨ Thank you to all who have had a hand in bringing this special new musical to audiences!
Now in performances through Saturday, November 22, get your tickets today for this limited run!
#thearttour #newmusical #offbroadway #musicaltheatre #nyctheatre #musicals
Reminiscing on Opening Night ✨ Thank you to all who have had a hand in bringing this special new musical to audiences!
Now in performances through Saturday, November 22, get your tickets today for this limited run!
#thearttour #newmusical #offbroadway #musicaltheatre #nyctheatre #musicals
Reminiscing on Opening Night ✨ Thank you to all who have had a hand in bringing this special new musical to audiences!
Now in performances through Saturday, November 22, get your tickets today for this limited run!
#thearttour #newmusical #offbroadway #musicaltheatre #nyctheatre #musicals
Reminiscing on Opening Night ✨ Thank you to all who have had a hand in bringing this special new musical to audiences!
Now in performances through Saturday, November 22, get your tickets today for this limited run!
#thearttour #newmusical #offbroadway #musicaltheatre #nyctheatre #musicals
Reminiscing on Opening Night ✨ Thank you to all who have had a hand in bringing this special new musical to audiences!
Now in performances through Saturday, November 22, get your tickets today for this limited run!
#thearttour #newmusical #offbroadway #musicaltheatre #nyctheatre #musicals
Reminiscing on Opening Night ✨ Thank you to all who have had a hand in bringing this special new musical to audiences!
Now in performances through Saturday, November 22, get your tickets today for this limited run!
#thearttour #newmusical #offbroadway #musicaltheatre #nyctheatre #musicals
Reminiscing on Opening Night ✨ Thank you to all who have had a hand in bringing this special new musical to audiences!
Now in performances through Saturday, November 22, get your tickets today for this limited run!
#thearttour #newmusical #offbroadway #musicaltheatre #nyctheatre #musicals
Rehearsals are in full swing for The Art Tour! 🖼️ We can't wait for audiences to see the magic we've been creating inside the rehearsal room when performances begin November 11 at Theatre Row!
#thearttour #newmusical #offbroadwaymusical #musicaltheatre #musicals
Just Announced! Tickets are now on sale for The Art Tour!
Follow the story of Thomas and Deb as they take their art business on a journey across the United States. Experience the joy and the struggles, the laughter and the tears, in this touching musical about love and the pursuit of art.
Visit the link in bio for more information!
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
Parade is one of those albums with songs that would make me well up within the first few chords. I would be a teenager in my car hitting back on the track to start it over and test the efficacy of it. I’d be laughing and crying at the same time saying “how can it do that?!” Masochism is sweet when you’re 17.
That was also my predominant feeling closing the tour on Sunday. When I got a lump in my throat from the first 4 notes of the piano starting “All the Wasted Time”, knowing it was the last time I’d get to hear it, it was overwhelming to know the sonic magic that my teenage self recognized was now married to and deepened by the history I have with it. Sitting on stage hearing the orchestra and watching my new (but not so new anymore) friends sing out, I was my teenage self, smiling and teary. Probably because my teenage self is my current self is my future self.
I’m mostly thankful that so many friends and family took the time to come see the show. You got on planes, trains, and automobiles from all sorts of distances and it meant the world to me. Thanks. I’m also more thankful for @mulsymouse than ever, who created an incredible year for herself under, frankly, annoying marital circumstances.
I learned a lot. I broke my brain in a lot of ways and healed it in many others. I took a lot of pictures and am getting better at it. I also didn’t want to write an earnest caption so I’m slowly curdling now and I just loved my time with Parade blah blah blah gonna have dinner at 7:30pm to celebrate.
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