Last Saturday, for instance, Trish and I spent nearly 8 hours watching back-to-back episodes of Chuck. Like any good addiction, at the start it's mildy amusing and you tell yourself you can take it or leave it at anytime. By the fourth episode, though, watch out. I could barely pry my eyes from that HD widescreen long enough for a bathroom break or for anything as superfluous as food. Otherwise, life without The Broadway has been pretty uneventful - long days strung together by the daily bitchy threads on All That Chat prophesying the end of civilization due to the continued presence of Spider-man on the Great White Way. I'm no Spidey fan, but I can't wait for the glut of spring musical openings so we can stop hearing about the musical web-slinger.
We also recently sat through auditions for Pineda Lyric's young artist production of The Bat. There's nothing quite like teenagers singing coloratura. Not that there weren't impressive moments, but shifting hormones and high C's coupled with nervous teenage energy - that's just an accident waiting to happen.
Val was actually able to cast a full company from the day's auditions. Though if you were lucky enough to possess male anatomy, you were granted a lead role by default. It's good to be a boy in high school theatre.
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