Before the day came, my aunt was so excited that she told me the story. She also said the "Miss Saigon" logo was a helicopter and a woman, and we both listened to the "Miss Saigon" cassette tape "so we can get used to the music," she said. We left home at 6 p.m. and arrived at the CCP at 6:40. Nov. 2 came. I wore a new dress (once my mom’s).

It was raining. We left our cellphones in the car because my aunt already knew that cellular phones weren’t allowed inside. When we arrived we first looked at the souvenirs. My aunt bought a souvenir program of "Miss Saigon," worth P400! All the souvenirs seemed to be expensive. We looked at some art pieces and paintings. Then we bought two sandwiches with cheese pimiento and two bottles of mineral water.

My aunt also rented two binoculars and we were very lucky because only four were left!

We went inside and took our seats. Everyone was talking while waiting for the show to start. Then everyone fell silent and the curtain opened. The play was fascinating, magnificent, earth-shattering. It was like magic.

An old lady to my right slept for a while and woke up again a few minutes later, a man and a woman behind me sometimes sang. I sometimes sang too!

There was a 20-minute intermission and I scanned the photos of the souvenir program. Then the show started again.

The ending was sad, very sad. And I know that everyone cried. I cried too. Then the cast went on-stage and the audience stood up clapped until what seemed like an eternity.

The show finished at 11 p.m. when we went outside, we returned the binoculars and walked to the parking lot. We went home, tired.

The next day, I couldn’t stop humming songs for "Miss Saigon." I also visited a few "Miss Saigon" and Lea Salonga websites. "Miss Saigon" is a play that touched my heart, a play I’ll never forget. The first play I’ve watched, and I know, the BEST play I’ll ever watch.