"What?"
"It's a show."
"Urine, as in, like ...?"
"Yeah. The music's great."
[Actual conversation I had.]
Today we're rehearsing "Snuff That
Girl", so naturally everyone is in a good mood. The juvenile delinquent
faction of the rebels has kidnapped the boss' daughter. She's tied up. A mean
jazz beat starts.
"Cops will be here
Bustin' heads
Mighty quick
But we'll beat them to the punch
when we snuff out that chick"
Drum solo.
Dance!!
Look! It's the hero. It's Bobby Strong. How'd he
get here? We've moved on to "Run, Freedom, Run".
The hits just
keep comin'.
The cast stands by while the director talks to
the choreographer. Like me, they can't wait to do the song, a high energy gospel
satire. I admire their patience. The cast is all high school age actors.
Oh no, it's hand claps in theater! They always
get off the beat, it's inevitable.
I'm playing away, the cast is circling behind me
chanting “Hallelujah!”
I was going to tell them to sing out with
exuberance - but I wouldn't have been heard. Not with all this exuberance
around.