Last night I had the tremendous pleasure of going to the opera.
You may think it’s strange to think it was lovely to make the effort to go and see my beloved husband get stabbed offstage by another woman, but oh the music!
He was performing the role of Arturo in Lucia Di Lammermoor. An opera that is remarkable not only for it’s beautiful music, and soaring soprano arias, but for the fact that it is the only scottish opera – performed in Italian. Italians dressed up in kilts – you can’t miss that. My own dear man was dressed not in a kilt, but in velvet shorts – and an enormous hat with a feather, which made his already large head look huge. But he did look so sweet trotting around up there, and his singing – as always was superb. The production was minimal and edgy, and it was a complete, intimate success.
I heard about my husband before I met him. A friend had heard him sing at a dinner party and said he was astonishing, attractive and single – and made for me.
Hahahahaha I said.
When we bumped into him at a Jazz club some months later and she said ‘Oh – That’s him!’ I was strangely nervous. It’s weird to put a face to someone you’ve pictured. He wasn’t what I expected. He was incredibly charming, flirtatious, dark, and – well, touchy-feely. I was very firmly entrenched in my ‘personal space’ and found that quite confronting. He thought that was hilarious.
We all went out for coffee after the band had finished and he mentioned he had come back from a holiday in Bali (hence the dark, dark tan). I said “I shrivel under the sun”. He said – “We should get married, so I can save your children from the same fate – we will balance each other out”.
He was joking of course.
The first time I heard him sing, it was Nessun Dorma, and I had a sneaking suspicion I may have to marry this man for real. In full flight he is breathtaking.
I’d say go and see Lucia Di Lammermoor – but tonight is the last night, and he’ll be in the chorus for this performance. I’m afraid you’ve missed it, but lovely it was…….