The irony was that although he was smiling from ear to ear, his eyes were red and he was in tears, while my own eyes had just dried up after off and on crying throughout this intensely moving 3 hour performance. Any more than I could tell you why Ty was in tears, I would be hard pressed to tell you what had me crying.
Was it the struggle of the coal miners, the struggle of Billy, the love between father and son and mother and son, the acceptance of the gruff coal mining community of Billy and his passion for the dance, or just wave after wave of complex emotions brought on by this group of very talented people? I don't know.
I do know that this little 12 year old boy was working harder than I see many adults work. And with such energy and talent. It really was overwhelming. I guess I wasn't expecting much - I loved the movie, and I wasn't sure how the stage production could be any better, but it was in so many ways. If you haven't been to see it, try to fit it in before it leaves Toronto - you won't regret it.