THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS

It wasn’t long ago—right before the world began to unravel—that I returned from another unforgettable trip to New York City. I had seen a Broadway musical, as I had countless times before. A ritual. A refuge.

Driving home from work, I had my favorite music playing—tracks that have been the soundtrack of my life since I was a teenager. Songs that know me better than most people do.

It all began on November 28, 1986, in Gothenburg, Sweden. My first concert. No parents. Just me, a sea of strangers, and a sound that would become my lifeblood.

But something was different this time. As I sang along, word for word, to songs etched into my memory, I felt something new stir inside me—an energy, a question, a calling. Something had changed.

A recurring theme began to surface—and as a devoted fan of musical theater, I couldn’t help but see the threads of a story unfolding.

What started as a spark of inspiration turned into months of focused work on a project I’m genuinely proud of. Now, I’m on a mission to shape it into something meaningful, something that resonates beyond just me.

So what you get is a love story—or at least, that’s what the audience thinks they’re getting. In reality, it’s a dark, subversive narrative about obsession, perception, and mental illness. Think jukebox musical meets psychological thriller. It’s bold, strange, and not exactly what your mom would expect from a night at the theatre—but maybe exactly what theatre needs.