My Husband and I went to our first opera, Turandot. This was written by an Italian composer, Puccini and was first performed in 1918.
It is about a beautiful Chinese princess, Turandot, who does not want to to marry because of a female ancestor who was mistreated by an enemy of war. Turandot reluctantly agrees to accept proposals of suitors but will only marry them if they correctly answer three riddles. If they fail, they are beheaded.
The story follows one particular prince, Calaf, who is enamored with her divine beauty and sounds the gong thrice indicating his desire to try for her hand.
The stage settings were splendidly stark; the cast decorated the stage. The emperor was lit in gold above the teeming citizens that were clad in grey. The voices were strong and spellbinding while the story's music moved slowly to the climax, steadily and fearlessly.
This debut has given me a desire for more.