Attending the opera Madama Butterfly was an unbelievable experience. I found it to be an interesting, cool, and emotional experience. Going into this event, I was tired, cynical, and uninterested. The picture of the stairs represent my steady increasing interest in the opera. The first act took forever. I was bored and ready to leave. I was at the bottom of the stairs.  As I watched I noticed the costumes were cool and the actors/actresses had amazing voices, but I was not able to fully appreciate the opera because my cynicism was holding me back. I felt the scene was dragged out. Then, during act two I had this moment of change. I began walking up the steps of the opera. I saw how hopeful Cio-Cio-San was and that pained me because I knew she not going to end up with her ‘husband.’ I found that this act went quicker and the end of the act where they just wait in silence. The wait builds up tension and for me it just hurt me knowing the end result. By the end I began to realize the beauty of the Italian Language, and I felt the emotions with the voices of the actors. I understood that singing allows you to just pour out your emotions more than words. I became emotionally invested in Cio-Cio-Sans state. When her husband came with her wife and to take her son. I was shocked and sad. At this point, I was fully emotionally invested in the opera. I felt the anger of Cio-Cio-San and how hopeless she was. I was expecting that she would take her life, so when she pushes everyone away I knew it was coming. Overall, Madama Butterfly, changed my perspective of an opera. I expected to twiddle my thumbs counting down the minutes, but I was emotionally touched by the singing and genuinely enjoyed the performance. I made it to the top of the stairs.