An Ode to The Musical Theatre Girls

After only three days of sharing a floor with twelve musical theatre girls, I've come to the conclusion that they are not humans, but rather superior beings. To what else could their celestial voices be ascribed? One mustn’t even leave their own dorm in order to hear the melodic calls of the MTs next door. Nay, their voices ring through the thin walls and the previously dull, quiet night is enhanced by the muffled sounds of the Thoroughly Modern Millie soundtrack. To think anyone could be so selfless is astounding; these girls slave through hours of singing and dancing and jazz hands all day and yet they still muster up the energy to entertain the rest of the dorm at night without any solicitation. And that energy! That in itself is proof that these are no homo sapiens. They have the unique ability to feed off of each-other's ebullience such that when more than three are gathered in a room together, the energy is palpable. Indeed, their divine expressions are not just powerful but harmonized as well. Moreover, they maintain a laudable lack of reservations; no musical theatre girl would ever leave a personal question unanswered, and oftentimes the question does not even need to be posed before she trails into a deeply personal story that other lowly humans might save for only those to whom they feel closest. Plebeians such as myself can only dream that one day we might reach the godlike condition of the MTs, but until then, I shall simply have to be grateful that I have the honor of hearing their trills while others, who do not live in such close proximity, must settle for lifeless activities such as sleeping.