Is Wicked Coming To Adelaide 2024

Okay, Adelaide, let's talk about something that’s been swirling around in our collective consciousness like a rogue sparkle from a certain emerald city resident. Yes, you guessed it. We're talking about the musical phenomenon that is Wicked. Is it gracing our humble stages in 2024? The rumour mill is a powerful, and frankly, often inaccurate beast. But oh, how we wish it were true.

Imagine it. The sheer joy! The anticipation! We’ve all seen the breathtaking performances online. We've hummed along to Defying Gravity until our neighbours started to question our sanity. It’s a show that makes you feel things. Big, dramatic, opera-singer-on-a-mountain feelings. And we deserve that, don't we?

I mean, who doesn't want to see a giant, emerald-green wizard projected onto a massive screen? It’s practically a rite of passage for any self-respecting theatre lover. And let's be honest, Adelaide has been so good this year. We’ve weathered… well, you know. We’ve been patient. We’ve been supportive. Surely, we’ve earned a little bit of Broadway magic, right?

The official word? Well, the official word is often as exciting as a beige cardigan. There’s no big neon sign flashing "Wicked is Coming to Adelaide 2024!" in the sky. Yet. And that's where my unpopular opinion comes in. I believe it's not a matter of if, but when. And my gut tells me, my gut, which is usually right about pizza and potential traffic jams, is whispering sweet, musical theatre nothings about 2024.

Think about it. It’s been touring the world for ages. It’s a tried-and-true hit. Audiences adore it. It’s got everything: a compelling story, unforgettable characters, and music that will get stuck in your head for all the right reasons. It’s the kind of show that makes you want to buy a new pair of sparkly shoes just to wear to the theatre.

And Adelaide is ready. Oh, is Adelaide ever ready. We have the venues. We have the passionate theatre-going public. We have the cafes that will be absolutely buzzing with post-show discussions about Elphaba’s vocal range and Glinda’s fabulous frocks. It’s a match made in… well, not Oz, but definitely a very happy artistic heaven.

My theory is that they’re just playing hard to get. You know how sometimes the best things in life require a little bit of waiting? Like that perfect avocado, or a parking spot right outside the shops on a Saturday. This is that, but on a much grander, more musical scale.

The internet is a wild place. You scroll, you see rumours. A cryptic tweet here, a forum post there. It's like a treasure hunt, but the treasure is tickets to a show that might not even be confirmed. It’s a rollercoaster of hope and mild disappointment, and I’m strapped in and enjoying the ride, even if it's a bit bumpy.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm hallucinating based on an overconsumption of musical theatre podcasts and a deep-seated need for some theatrical escapism. But I feel it in my bones. The air in Adelaide will shimmer with the possibility of green and pink hues. The city will hum with anticipation. It's a feeling, you know?

We've had other amazing shows, of course. Adelaide loves its theatre. But there's a special kind of magic that Wicked brings. It’s empowering. It’s thought-provoking. It’s also incredibly fun. It’s the kind of show that makes you look at your friendships and think, "Are we more of an Elphaba and Glinda than we realise?"

And imagine the costumes! Oh, the costumes. The emerald green gowns, the bubble-gum pink concoctions. The sheer volume of tulle and glitter involved is enough to make your eyes water with joy. Our local fashionistas will be taking notes, I guarantee it. We'll be seeing green everywhere.

My husband, bless his practical heart, just nods and smiles when I go on my Wicked-in-Adelaide tangents. He’s seen the sparkle in my eyes. He knows it’s a serious matter. He probably Googles it himself in secret, just to quell my persistent questioning.

The economic impact alone would be HUGE. Think of all the hotels booked, the restaurants overflowing, the souvenir shops doing a roaring trade. It's not just about the show; it's about the whole experience. It's about Adelaide shining as a major destination for world-class entertainment. And wouldn't that be something?

So, while we wait for official announcements, for confirmation that will make all the internet whispers solidify into glorious reality, let's keep the faith. Let's keep hoping. Let's keep practicing our high notes for For Good. Because if anyone can make it happen, it’s the spirit of Adelaide, fuelled by a collective yearning for a little bit of theatrical wonder.

Perhaps the producers are just waiting for the perfect moment. Maybe they want to surprise us with a grand announcement that will make us all collectively gasp and then immediately scramble to buy tickets. It’s a bold strategy, but one I’m willing to bet on. The element of surprise in theatre is always a winner.

I’ve even started saving. Just in case. A little “Wicked Fund” tucked away for those magical front-row seats. It’s a sensible precaution, really. One should always be prepared for the arrival of iconic musical theatre. It's practically a civic duty.

The thought of hearing The Wizard and I live, in my own city, sends shivers down my spine. It’s a song about dreams and destiny. And my dream, my destiny, involves seeing Wicked on an Adelaide stage. It’s a big dream, I know. But as Elphaba herself might say, "It's not a matter of if you can, it's a matter of if you will." And I will hope.

So, to the powers that be, the theatrical wizards behind the curtain, the people who make these incredible shows happen: Adelaide is ready. We are so, so ready. Let’s make 2024 the year we all get to experience the magic of Wicked. Until then, I’ll be over here, humming the soundtrack and believing.

This is my bold, possibly deluded, but wholeheartedly optimistic prediction. Adelaide, brace yourselves. The emerald city might be closer than you think.

It's not about if you can, it's about if you will.

And I will keep dreaming of Wicked in 2024.

Who’s with me?