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There Can Be No Heavens Light Without Hellfire Why is this aching so central to the mortal experience We are told there must be opposition in all things and seldom is that more vividly expressed than in the pairing of Quasimodos serenade, Heavens Light, expressing the burgeoning excitement he feels at having met Esmeralda and Frollos struggling strain, Hellfire capturing his disgust at what he too is beginning to feel for her.

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All images in the article are concept art for the 1996 Disney film of the same name or production photos from the Lehi Arts Councils current production.

In the musical adaptation of Victor Hugos The Hunchback of Notre Dame, the newly minted Archdeacon of the cathedral, Claude Frollo is unexpectedly given charge of a baby, which, upon seeing its face, he deems a monster.

Pressured by the all-seeing eyes of the saints of Notre Dame and the God of judgment they represent, he agrees to care for the child.

He gives it a name, a cruel name that means half-formed.

Quasimodo. I am currently playing one of those saints made of stone in the Lehi Arts Councils production of this compelling and heart-wrenching tale and so, though I am rarely moving, I am always listening.

We saints come to life only when Quasimodo, our half-formed friend is in his solitude in the towers of Notre Dame.

In my stillness in the scenes when Quasi is not alone, I am left to meditate intently on the stunning music and poignant messages of this story and I have learned much from the hunchback and his life.

The Moment We Learn Life Wont Always Be Kind This week I met a family who seem to have recently faced much more than their share of difficult and tragic challenges.

In a single year, they have experienced terminal illness, miscarriage, assault, a major car accident, underemployment and eviction.

The evening after I met them, I watched from backstage as Quasimodo ventured out into the streets of Paris to join in the topsy turvy reveling surrounding the Feast of Fools.

It is the one day for the gypsies to sing and dance and Quasis first time leaving his tower and interacting with people in the real world.

For a while he is able to laugh and enjoy unobserved and be among the people he has only ever been able to watch from far above.

But then, in a moment of confusion, he is pulled on the stage as the raucous crowd searches for the ugliest face in Paris.

They are shocked to find that his misshapen visage is not a mask.

Initially they begin to celebrate him and his wide, childlike, uninhibited smile returns.

For the briefest moment, he finds the belonging that he has always longed for from his tower.

It breaks my heart every single performance night to watch that happy, innocent, vulnerable smile of his fade as from the crowd, a piece of rotten produce is pelted at him.

He doesnt understand right away, doesnt see the order or the fairness in suddenly being so ridiculed and rejected after his moment in the sun.

I watched him and thought about that family with numberless struggles and thought how poignant it is that we all enter this world as children, truly and fundamentally vulnerable and innocent.

But no matter how warm and safe our surroundings, someone will throw the first tomato.

No matter how carefully we tread and who and what we avoid, we will stumble upon lifes sorrows and difficulties.

It is so poignantly painfulboth in real life and in this playto feel that moment of cruel reversal; that disappointing discovery that life will not be simply singing and dancing and laughter.