Zach Cooley

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Bella turns 12

Bella turns 12

There are moments in life that redefine who we are forever. For me, that moment came on a stormy Tuesday night — May 27, 2014, at 9:04 p.m. — when my daughter Bella entered this world. Today, the joy of my life turns 12 years old. Becoming a father was never something I truly expected, but the moment Bella arrived, it became my purpose. I could not be prouder of the young woman she is becoming. She inherited her mother’s beauty and kind heart, but she also carries a healthy dose of my no-nonsense personality. Thankfully, she inherited my love for live entertainment as well, and that shared passion has given us some unforgettable memories. This past year has been especially memorable for us. We traveled to Charlotte to see the touring Broadway production of Wicked and even met members of the cast afterward. Earlier this month, we attended Vicki Lawrence’s “Vicki Lawrence and Mama: A Two Woman Show” and had the opportunity to meet her afterward as well. Then, just days before Bella’s birthday, we saw comedian Tim Meadows perform at the Millwald Theatre here in Wytheville. I know Meadows from his legendary years on Saturday Night Live. Bella knows him from Mean Girls. It was one of those perfect father-daughter moments where two generations met in the middle. Of course, nothing tops Disney World for either of us. Thanks to my mother — Bella’s grandmother — whose magical powers may rival Disney itself, our family will once again head to the Most Magical Place on Earth during the first week of June. We are already counting down the days. Bella’s first concert was Genesis, our favorite band. Over the years, she has joined me in seeing legendary artists like Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, Bonnie Raitt, and our late friend, the incomparable comedian James Gregory. But as she has grown older, her musical tastes have naturally shifted toward the artists of her own generation. These days, she is completely captivated by One Direction and the solo careers of its members. Now it is my turn to take her to the concerts she wants to see. Harry Styles ticket prices may require a second mortgage, so that dream may have to wait. Zayn Malik recently canceled tour dates due to health issues. But we already have tickets to see Louis Tomlinson at Charlotte’s Spectrum Center, the same venue where she saw Genesis in 2021. We are also headed back there to see a rising artist named Sombr, who I must admit is exceptionally talented. If all goes according to plan, we may even catch Niall Horan when he tours through Raleigh next spring. People say a father earns a special badge of honor when he takes his daughter to a boy band concert. By next year, I believe I will have earned mine several times over. As wonderful as this year has been, it has also been one of the hardest Bella has ever faced. Within roughly 14 months, she lost both of her grandfathers, her dog, and her cat. My father passed away on October 26, 2025, the day after his 83rd birthday. Living in Murrells Inlet, South Carolina, he did not get nearly as much time with Bella as I wish he could have had. Still, I remain grateful for the memories they shared. Bella often reminds me not to worry because she has wonderful memories with “Pop.” I still remember sitting beside my father shortly after Bella was born as we watched her sleep in amazement. He looked at me and quietly said, “She’s going to do something very special with her life.” I believe he was right. Then, on February 11, 2026, Bella lost her maternal grandfather as well. She spent countless hours with her Pawpaw at his home in Elizabethton, Tennessee, often hanging out in “Dave’s Cave,” watching movies, listening to The Beatles, and talking about everything under the sun. They shared a special bond built on music, humor, and simple time together. She also continues to miss her beloved dog, Sophie, who had been by her side virtually every day of her life until Sophie had to be put down on March 14, 2025, just two months after Bella lost her cat, Sketch. For a child who loves animals as deeply as Bella does, those losses were heartbreaking. When a dog sleeps beside you every night of your childhood and suddenly is not there anymore, the silence is enormous. Yet through all of it, Bella has handled life with remarkable strength, positivity, and perseverance. One of the most important things I ever wanted to do as a father was to never crush her imagination or enthusiasm. Ironically, she has become the one encouraging me not to give up on my own dreams. Without her encouragement, I never would have landed the biggest interview of my career with Vicki Lawrence or shared that experience with my family. Bella has also never allowed my being in a wheelchair to define what we can do together. Whenever I worry about limitations, she immediately reminds me: “Are you kidding? We do more together than any father and daughter I know.” As I write these words through tears, I hope she always knows how much those words mean to me. Years ago, a counselor asked me to create a dream board filled with goals for my life. On that board, I placed a picture of infant Bella dressed in a Minnie Mouse outfit beside a simple phrase: “Take Bella everywhere she wants to go.” At the top of that list was Disney World. By the end of this June, we will have gone three times together. Along the way, we have attended concerts, met celebrities, traveled, laughed, cried, and made memories I would not trade for anything in this world. Most people never get to meet their heroes. Mine calls me Daddy. Happy 12th birthday to my Bubzie — the greatest joy of my life.

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“Wicked” provides daddy/daughter date of the season

“Wicked” provides daddy/daughter date of the season

Taking my daughter to see Wicked at the Belk Theater of the Blumenthal Performing Arts Center in Charlotte, North Carolina on October 19th was easily one of the highlights of my year. This stunning adaptation of L. Frank Baum’s timeless Wizard of Oz novels — and the legendary 1939 film — proves that there’s still new magic to be found in the merry old land of Oz. This national touring production of Wicked is, without question, the most extraordinary piece of live theater I have ever witnessed. I say this after more than 20 years of reviewing local, regional, and national touring performances in the realm of musical theater. Once you factor in the breathtaking special effects (Chic Silber), the unbelievable talent of the cast, the impeccable vocals and acting, and the kaleidoscopic lighting design (Kenneth Posner), it’s impossible not to be awed. Every element — from the intricate costumes (Susan Hilferty) to the elaborate set pieces (Eugene Lee) to the enormous dragon that hovered menacingly above the stage — worked together to create one of the most immersive and vibrant productions imaginable. My mother has seen Wicked multiple times — twice on tour and once on Broadway — and she has always spoken of its magic. My daughter Bella first introduced me to the film version one quiet afternoon when I had nothing else to do, and to my surprise, I absolutely fell in love with it. My wife Emily and I even attempted to read Gregory Maguire’s novel but couldn’t make it through — the book is far denser and darker than its musical counterpart. The turning point came last year when Bella performed “For Good” at her fifth-grade graduation and cried while singing it. She told me she had to see the show live someday. I began searching months in advance and discovered that Wicked would be coming to Charlotte. I bought tickets for her birthday in the spring, and we’d been eagerly counting down the days ever since. We attended the performance with our dear friend Jeremy Miller, who has long been my go-to companion for concerts and live shows — and my dependable chauffeur as well. Together, the three of us enjoyed this incredible production for just $41 apiece. As an 11-year-old immersed in today’s pop scene, Bella may have felt a little envy toward the 17,500 fans across the street watching Billie Eilish that same night, but I assured her that we got the better deal: a two-and-a-half-hour masterpiece for less than one-third the price of a 90-minute concert. From our balcony seats, we had an exceptional view — one that allowed us to peek into the orchestra pit, where the musicians were tuning their instruments, many of them doubling on more than one throughout the evening. We could also see the stagehands climbing ladders to manage the dazzling lighting cues and the mechanics behind the Wizard’s imposing head and Glinda’s famous bubble. After the show, we had the privilege of meeting several members of the cast, including Zoe Jensen (Glinda), who told us that the bubble used in this touring production was the very same one Kristin Chenoweth rode in during the Tony Awards. It was surreal to stand beside these extraordinary performers, especially since Wicked includes characters who use wheelchairs — a detail that holds deep personal meaning for me. In an unexpected moment of serendipity, I met and was photographed with Jada Temple, who portrayed wheelchair-bound Nessarose, and Nicolas Garza, the actor who played her devoted boyfriend, Boq. We also met the leading man, Fiyero (Ethan Kirchbaum), whose chemistry with Elphaba (Jessie Davidson), brought a spark of humanity and tragedy to the show’s emotional center. Davidson gave a soul-stirring performance that earned spontaneous applause the moment she stepped onstage. Her rendition of “Defying Gravity” was nothing short of breathtaking, and the roar of the audience when she hit that final note was enough to shake the rafters. Every performer in the ensemble was outstanding — from Dr. Dillamond (Drew McVety)’s heartfelt portrayal to the commanding presence of the Wizard (Blake Hammond) and the conniving Madame Morrible (Eileen T’Kaye). What makes Wicked so powerful, beyond its spectacle, is its story. It pays loving tribute to Baum’s original Oz world while offering a thoughtful, modern reflection on society’s treatment of those who are “different.” Beneath its dazzling surface lies a commentary on inclusion, identity, and perception. In a world that claims to celebrate diversity, Wicked reminds us how easily acceptance can become patronizing and how often power hides behind the mask of goodness. I’ve often been skeptical of adaptations that try to rewrite the boundaries of good and evil, but Wicked handles this balance masterfully. No one is purely wicked, and no one is purely good — each character is flawed, human, and relatable. That imperfection is what makes them real, and what gives color to the world they inhabit. As a piece of modern theater, Wicked is an extraordinary achievement — a dazzling commentary on identity and power wrapped in unforgettable songs (Stephen Schwartz), choreography (James Lynn Abbott), and design. It’s no wonder the Broadway production remains a global sensation and the upcoming two-part film adaptation — featuring the Oscar-nominated talents of Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande — is already among the most anticipated releases of the decade. For anyone who doesn’t know, Part Two hits theaters next month. Bella and I left the Belk Theater feeling like we had been given a glimpse of something timeless. To see it performed live, with such emotion and artistry, was an experience beyond words. Every number received thunderous applause, each one fully deserving of its ovation. It was a daddy/daughter experience I’ll never forget and will treasure for the rest of my life.

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