I have grown up with musical soundtracks. By the time most kids were singing "Wheels on the Bus" I was belting out "Music of the Night" in the backseat. I knew the entire libretto to The Phantom of The Opera. I was 4. I also believed that I could walk through my mirror much as the way Christine did.
I'm not sure if I fully believed I could walk through it. But I know I tried on a number of occasions.
Let's just say that I had an active imagination.
I still have a fascination with full-length mirrors. And brown hair (I'm naturally blonde).
I was watching the movie the other night (not the Lon Chaney version, the musical) and realized that my living room is decorated to match. Seriously. If I just paused "Masquerade" on my TV it would look like a piece of custom art hanging on my wall.
What do you know. It kind of does.