Thirty minutes before curtain at the Broward Center Wednesday, Miranda Palumbo ecstatically grinned as a clerk at the Oz Dust Boutique stuffed a grey hooded sweater jacket into a Wicked shopping bag along with some other memorabilia while her mother paid $94.
“I’ve been waiting eight years for this,” the 17-year-old exclaimed to the clerk.
He’d heard this before. “So you’ve seen the show?”
“Seven times. This is seven,” she said correcting herself.
Miranda has seen Wicked more often than most people have seen Hamlet. She is the classic demographic as marketers like to say: a youngster with a lifelong love of theater whose personality plugs in to the musical’s theme of empowerment and self-worth among those who feel outcast from mainstream society – in other words, a teenage girl.
“It’s magic,” she explained on opening night. “It draws you in.”