A few Little Women things:

[fancycwabs]

• Not to ruin a plot twist for you, but Beth dies in Little Women, after being exposed to a piano that Laurie's dead aunt used to play. Clearly, the piano has an infestation of Streptococcus pyogenes, and all the tragedy could have been averted with a little Lysol.


• In the musical, Professor Bhaer produces a copy of Jo's manuscript for a novel that forms the basis of the very play you are watching from his magic murder bag at the end. Only this particular Professor Bhaer also produced a pair of black lace granny panties--a holdover from a previous show.


• The theatre critic for the local independent weekly sent me an email asking if the show would make him wince. While Little Women is the prototype chick flick for everything ranging from Beaches to Steel Magnolias, that, in and of itself, is not winceworthy. If I continue to forget words during my songs, however, there will be wincing and gnashing of teeth.


• The actress playing Jo asked the other day if maybe possibly I might kiss her on the cheek instead of the lips at the end of our duet. Clearly she needs a T-Rex shirt for opening night.


• The opening line in my solo number is "She asks how I am." I am having trouble not hearing this in my head as if Popeye were singing it, for some reason. Ughughughughughugh!

Comments

[redtheblue.livejournal.com]

Dying from exposure to a piano? A nice twist to your production would have the exposure occur with the piano being flown in rapidly from overhead. Blackout. Sound of loud crash.

And just warn the actress playing Jo you use a lot of tongue when kissing on the cheek, so she's better off taking a dry one on the lips. Seriously, what century is this?

[bigbrownhound.livejournal.com]

tic-tac?

[magicninja.livejournal.com]

Im going to be reading everything as Popeye all day, now. I dont know to thank you, or go back to work on a machine that will hate someone to death through the internet.

Probobly the former.

[roman-mclaze.livejournal.com]

I think that "Little woman problems" sounds like a awkward situation best resolved with a borrowed sanitary item, the loaning of which will bond the giver and recipient in some small way which- though they honestly don't much like each other at the moment- will lead to their meeting for coffee and pedicures the next week.

While caluses are sanded and polishes are applied, they will discuss you, and possibly laugh at each others ridiculously bad Cwab impersonations. They (and the sweet old lady who owns the spa) will giggle.

Also, I hate Steel Magnolias