Big Finales

Since I'm seriously thinking too much about something these past few days, I got out musicals and started listening. For some reason, while listening to Gershwin's Crazy For You, I realised I kept getting goosebumps from a couple of songs, especially the big finales.

I don't know what's the thing with finales. Even with musicals I have never seen in person, I still get goosebumps. I mean, I've seen enough to imagine a finale myself. My head does funny things, really. I can get myself into a theatre just like that, imagining myself sitting front and centre, staring at the stage attentively.

Then, I thought of something. I started wondering why humans like certain music or art form. Does that have something to do with our genetics? How can two people so similar in personality like completely opposite styles of art?

I suppose it's questions like this make me sleepless. I should stop asking myself questions. It'd be better to just enjoy things. After all, I started to listen to musicals today because I wanted to escape certain thoughts induced by a certain incomprehensible someone, who actually makes me completely forget cigarette addiction for the whole day. Something is wrong there.