My happy place often includes books, coffee and showtunes so I may as well name it “Broadway Café” this is what I think it would sound like on a lazy afternoon: soft showtunes, medleys and jazzy overtures (x)
I hosted a Tonys watch party last night and the dress code was as follows: rings of keys, the revolutionary costume for today, Norma Desmond head wraps, cow suits for untalented children, Reno sailor suits, Sunday clothes, arm casts, and 1800s Russian beards
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be sung to sleep [x] a playlist of songs to lull a young child to sleep.
be like the bluebird (anything goes) // bill (show boat) // how ‘bout a dance (bonnie & clyde) // stars i trust (fly by night) // edelweiss (the sound of music) // i am here for you (the book of mormon) // i dreamed a dance (next to normal) // falling slowly (once) // maybe (annie) // castle on a cloud (les miserables) // solla sollew (seussical) // on the willows (godspell) // no one is alone (into the woods) // then comes you (now. here. this.) // favorite places (ordinary days) // hold on (the secret garden) // somewhere (west side story) // over the rainbow (the wizard of oz) // they live in you (the lion king) // lullaby (fugitive songs)