Tale as old as time

When my friend KJ turned to me just before our stage performance of Beauty and the Beast began and said, "I might cry," l laughed. I think I actually scoffed. Partly because I thought she was joking, and partly because the idea of either one of us getting misty over Beauty and the Beast seemed ridiculous. I mean, it's Beauty and the Beast. Nothing about it has ever struck me as tear-worthy, plus we know it's going to work out in the end. I'm not sure then why I was so taken in by Belle in her yellow dress dancing with the Beast while Mrs. Potts sang the signature tune, but all I could think was, "THIS IS SO WONDERFUL!" In true sap style, my eyes welled up. I blame the woman sitting behind us, who was literally sobbing from the first measure of the introduction, but still, I found myself listening to the classic Angela Lansbury track this week every chance I got. Is this normal?

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