![]() It was mesmerizing.Ī snapshot of The Symphony of the Goddesses. Pianos sang, violins wept, and trumpets stormed the Song of Healing from Majora’s Mask, the battle score from Twilight Princess, the title theme from Breath of the Wild. The orchestra spun out the live soundtrack to every clip. ![]() Scenes from every Legend of Zelda game in the past two-and-a-half decades flashed in front of our faces. A giant projector screen glowed in front of us, and on a stage in front of that, a symphony orchestra sat quietly, almost invisible. Ten minutes to the hour, the living cosplay chaos swirled into the dark auditorium. Marooned in the crowd wearing a low-key Triforce t-shirt, I couldn’t decide if I was the only sane or completely crazy person there. Toddlers waddled around in Kokiri gear, pre-teens whacked each other with plastic Master Swords, and two Ganondorfs chomped on Tex-Mex in the corner. Middle-aged Heroes of Time perused merchandise tables on the expensive carpet. Cosplay Princess Zeldas snapped selfies in the foyer. ![]() I walked into the Long Center for the Performing Arts one boiling summer evening in Austin, Texas, and plunged into an alternate dimension caught somewhere between the American Southwest and the Kingdom of Hyrule. The first time I went to a video game concert, I lost my grip on reality.
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