A Chorus Line

So Break a Leg has decided to move away from our traditional theatrical offerings of drama and comedy, and venture somewhat timidly into the arena of musicals.  For months now, the what-ifs and wherefores have been bandied about behind closed doors; emails have gone back and forth between producers and directors, and countless alcoholic drinks have been consumed, all in preparation for our production of …..

….. wait for it ……

…..”A Chorus Line”!

Auditions were held and all roles but two have been cast.  Last Sunday was the first official gathering of cast and crew, in a meet and greet fest, designed for people to get to know those they’ll be totally sick and tired of by the time the curtain goes up in June!

The day began with a fun warm-up exercise, and continued on with a speech by the Director, and a singing and dancing exercise, run respectively by the Musical Director and the Choreographer.  As I watched, I realised why I never took up music or dance.  It’s too much hard work.  Give me a hobby that involves sitting still, and I’m happy.  I could have sat and watched them all day.   Eighteen young, fit bodies with beautiful voices on one side of the room, and me a 41 year old with stretch marks and a voice that couldn’t find a tune in a music store, on the other.  But I’m sitting still.  I’m happy.

I was there in all my administration glory, handing out scripts and scores and wishing desperately that I had worn my glasses instead of my contacts.  (Okay if someone’s contact details are bamboozled, it’s my fault, but it’s hard to increase your font size and still look like you know what you’re doing at the same time.)

We finished up the day by socialising with a few drinks and nibblies.  I’m sure a chocolate biscuit here and there won’t make a difference to the fit, young things.  As for me, I’m trying to fill out my stretch marks.