Is Broadway Dying?

"I am the end of this line, it seems ridiculously shocking, and a serious New York theater died in my life." This passage was written by a famous playwright Arthur Miller. He is not alone in believing that Broadway is over. Members of the theater, scholars, journalists agree that Broadway is extinct. "Many people think American dramas are suffering from art death" (Walman). Many people think Broadway is dying. I strongly oppose this view. Broadway is very active and appears every night in New York's Times Square.

Is Twitter dead? Do you dislike the murder? I think that we will not know until it is too late. I remember the death of the Broadway theater every year. This is the best year in the history of Broadway. Twitter is one of the last platforms to which the filter is not applied. If you want to mess up, I sometimes do this, curators do not offer "news you want" or "your friends". My "curiosity" guarantees conspiracy theory and that it can be penetrated by a madman who posted too many cat pictures. Twitter may slowly die, but at least GIF

Kendrick lamar 's song appeared in 2012 at the 145th corner with Broadway. Since then I have always been listening diligently, like "to sing my thirsty." But I tend to skip it. It always makes me cry. A noisy drum. A soft and enthusiastic guitar. Kendrick's dull, passionate rhyme. They both excited me and made them feel overwhelmed. However, as of January when I'm walking through Broadway, the mood of this song is consistent with my life. I did not stop listening. I realized that myself was walking in "the house". Can I redeem some of the text I had to delete from my story by listening to songs that I often skip? Perhaps I want someone who is willing to spend time and my artistic value to make me want to spend time with other people?

At the 148th Broadway, the song reached its peak. After that, the second quarter suddenly disappeared as before. It is sarcastic to gradually disappear in "singing me and craving death". Please do not forget to pretend as female voice. "I will not die, I will never die, I will not disappear," as this "her" appeals, this verse continues, infinite complexity, but voice It gradually disappears. The rest is ticking by moment. Even if an empty truck suddenly becomes an internal organs like a cave, desperate echoes are left. My ears are nervous and are keen to taste the rest of the sound