Act 1 in a musical: Humor and upbeat songs, colorful characters. Laughter all around.
Act 2 in a musical: EVERYTHING FALLS TO SHIT. PEOPLE ARE DYING. HEARTS ARE BREAKING. ABORT THE THEATRE.
It’s just like:
i started a new sleeping medication and one of the side effects is really freakin weird dreams and last night i had a dream that by day i volunteered at a library and by night i was a crime fighting lesbian who defeated misogynists and robbers and stuff with super literary knowledge
i was appropriately titled “the lesbrarian”
no i dont want to be remembered for this