Well, it was a good, long run; 48 hours after my pledge to blog daily and I fell asleep without writing a word. To make up for it, I’m writing from the LIRR on my iPhone. If you’ve ever tried to write more than a short text or email on an iPhone, you’ll know how typo prone these suckers are, so I’m really going out of my way to make things right! And I refuse to be one of those clowns who uses the signature “please pardon any typos, I am sending this from my mobile device.”. That’s basically the same thing as writing “I wanted to get back to you right away, but I don’t care enough to watch what I’m doing. Deal with it!”
Yesterday started off with four hours of auditions for Oliver. A company I had musically directed for in the past asked if I was available to play the auditions for the kids coming in; the adults were scheduled for a later date. What does that mean? Four hours of Where Is Love! Apparently, a music teacher at an adjoining school taught all the kids in his chorus that song–and only that song– to help anyone wanting to audition. And as much as I wanted to roll my eyes every time a little
brat performer walked in, I kept it to myself. First, I know how intimidating it can be to walk into a room full of strangers and sing a song; I still get intimidated and I’m 34 years old. And secondly, these kids were much better than I was at their age, which is a post for another day. And actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I should probably start a Blast From The Past category because there are some great stories I should jot down before the dementia kicks in!
Lots of kids, Oliver, blah blah blah. You get it.
Then it was off to Character Man again. A “friend” of mine came to the show, and as you can tell by the quotes, this wasn’t your typical friend. In this case, someone I’m hoping will soon be more than a friend. Everything was going great, until one moment, during “Trouble” from The Music Man, I remembered that my “friend” was in the audience, and had never heard me play piano or sing before. I started to smile a little, thinking “I bet I look pretty darn sexy up here playing this Imperial Bozendorfer” And in that very moment, I leaned into the microphone, ready with my backup vocals, and loudly proclaimed “Oh we’ve got trouble. Right here in KANSAS city.” Apparently everything wasn’t up-to-date in the Oklahoma/Music Man hybrid I was singing. The rest of the number it was all I could do to keep from completely cracking up.
“Wait! This story has a moral. All my stories have a moral.” If you really want to try and impress someone, don’t!