I must admit, the absurdity of spontaneously bursting into song had never crossed my mind until I watched the Chaser boys wonder what would happen if life were a musical. It was at that point in my life when everything came crashing down.

I was in fact not sixteen-going-on-seventeen, any dream will not do, there is no circle of life, and worst of all, the Phantom was actually some guy called Michael Crawford! Whatever had the world come to, I had asked myself in despair.

In my mourning, I thought back to the early days, to my first musical that didn't involve singing nuns or wasn't a Disney movie. I was but eleven innocent years of age, and Les Misérables was so new, so foreign, so bold, and so ridiculously hard to pronounce. My unconventional Year 6 teacher (who will never be forgotten), taught us to sing every word of it in class, which we did with immeasurable gusto, feeling rather rebellious. For anyone who is familiar with the story might know what I mean. In our immaturity, we would pretending we were lovely ladies: "standing up or lying down or any way at all", or make toasts to the Thenardiers: "everybody raise a glass, raise it up the master's arse".

It didn't just stop at school. I would pretend I was poor little Cosette being treated as a slave when I had to do the dishes. I would sing to myself that a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now in the shower.

But in the midst of all my excited ramblings, I have amost deep and dark confession to make, dear readers. I have never seen Les Misérables in production of any sort. No school musicals, no amateur theatre companies, nothing at all. The last I heard, the original cast were in the Czech Republic, so some chance I've got.

However, I have been lucky enough to have the chance to see plenty of other musicals on stage. The Lion King with my same primary school class, Fiddler on the Roof, and just recently, The Phantom of the Opera, and of course, school musicals a-plenty.

There is something about the stage that has a buzz about it that the screen will never have. Every movement, every vibration in the air is right here, right now. Musicals on film, for me, will never be more than coloured dots on a screen. The most thrilling thing about the stage is the fact that there are no takes, no second chances. The soaring orchestral sound teamed up with voices of liquid gold brings my absolute elation.

But true love does not come without complications, something I found out when I entered the vicious jungle that is high school. Women and Aboriginals and gays are making advances in gaining equal rights, but us musical lovers continue to be discriminated against, judged for what such a simple matter of interest.

Back in the old days, nobody questioned why I was still living in the French Revolution. As far as I was concerned, everyone shared my love for such apparently corny things.

And while I am no better than a block of wood when it comes to acting, and should keep my singing to the restraints of the shower if I want to make the world a safer place for all, there is nothing stopping me from seeing them all.

No middle aged men in desperate need of growing up can break my dreams! My life already is a musical.