Hey Tia,
I couldn’t say this in the opera house because public image is kind of your whole thing, but that was fucking awful. I appreciate you inviting me, I really do, but how the hell can you stand that noise? I genuinely don’t understand it.
I was ready to jump off the balcony after the first act. I've heard more pleasant sounds come from Spike after he accidentally swallowed a plastic ruby. I would have preferred listening to Blueblood talk about himself for three hours. It was pure agony wrapped in wigs and makeup.
Just to be clear, I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at the concept of sound for allowing opera to exist. Sorry for ragging on something you enjoy, I just really needed to get that off my chest.
Love, Anon