Wicked

A first-timer’s response to the Tony Award-winning musical.

By Megan Russell, photos by Joan Marcus

The lobby of the Bass Concert Hall was filled with theatergoers of all ages. Little girls danced around in their favorite dresses, several of whom adorned the iconic ruby slippers from the 1939 film version of The Wizard of Oz. It’s as though every different type of person had a connection to the Land of Oz, Dorothy or the Wicked Witch of the West. As a native Kansan myself, I always felt a special bond to the film and Dorothy, but as I got older, I seemed to relate more to the Wicked Witch, always feeling terrible that a freak accident had caused the death of her sister. On top of that, what was so wrong with letting the Wicked Witch have her sister’s seemingly only possession?

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