Broadway? Isn't there a Houston Pizza on Broadway?

     It wasn't that long ago that we went out on a Friday for some Karaoke, or as my friend calls it, Scary-oke. A couple of drinks, a couple of tunes, some mild scattered applause...no big deal, little bit of fun, c'est bon. So, when the following Friday was approaching and I was asked what time I would be interested in meeting for some more scary-oke, I began to think. Hmmmm, I thought, in case you were wondering what I was thinking.

     So, again we went for another round of Northern Regina Idol. Only this time the selections were a bit more serious than whimsical and the ensuing performances were that much more determined and meant...free shows by pseudo pros. Yeah sure...that's the ticket... About the time the third (or was it fifth?) round of drinks arrived, I had been asked if I was interested in a part for an upcoming show and had not only expressed interest but had fully committed myself to the role and the show.

      What do you mean we got a show to put on? WHAT THE #%$^!!!!!!! I'm in a @#$#%ing musical revue? Since WHEN? How the #$@! did that happen? Are you @#$!ing out of your #$@#ing and @#$@#ing not to forget @#$@!ing MIND!!! HOLY HOLE IN A DOUGHNUT BATMAN!!!!

     The interesting thing about rehearsing choreography and music from various Broadway musicals with seasoned pros who have been dancing and singing professionally since they were conceived is you don't have an awful lot of common things to talk about...

"Les Miserables? Ummm nope, never saw it. Read the book though. Ahhh that would be a big no sireee, don't know the music either...not my style." What do you mean it's my style NOW exactly? I do? What part? I AM?! Ohhhhhhh....great?!"

So having been schooled (in more ways than one...show offs...) and then rehearsing my ass off, I am now able to stand amidst the ranks of seasoned professional performers and...well, let's just say if you were to look at a group of seasoned professional performers, you'll know which one I am...'nuff said, I should think.

With just over a month of rehearsals left, I think there is plenty of time for a horrendous career ending tragedy to occur, you know the kind of tragedy that you hear people refer to by saying "just before their big break" or "that kid was on their way to the top" or my favourite "what a shame, what a waste. The world never got to know how truly talented that guy was..."

very nice...  

I think that would be the best way to break into the performing arts world...by leaving a rather dramatic legacy...

oh yeah, and a well-written obituary too.