By GUILHERME MELETTI YAZBEK Annie, for me, had long occupied that part of memory where many musicals live: works I know something about, but whose details have faded. Yet as soon as the house lights dimmed and the orchestra began the… Read More ›

By GUILHERME MELETTI YAZBEK Annie, for me, had long occupied that part of memory where many musicals live: works I know something about, but whose details have faded. Yet as soon as the house lights dimmed and the orchestra began the… Read More ›