This past weekend, I got a chance to hang with my homie Delightful and experience an incredible production of the
musical rock opera Rent. I was surprised such a small-town theatre could do such a superb job putting on a Broadway musical, but there it was. It was so good, in fact, that the adorable gay couple next to me cried for the entirety of two songs after Angel died, and so amazing that I am dragging a few of my peeps to it again this Sunday.
Anyhoo, it seems a writer’s mind (or a psychopath’s, if you prefer) is never silenced, even when faced with a much-younger gorgeous man singing about his fictional druggy skank of a girlfriend. Here are just a few of the things I found myself thinking…
The guy playing Roger is beautiful. Like, for real, a curly-headed somewhat scrawny Adonis, who can sing. What?! This is only his second role in a stage production ever?! He’s so gorgeous.
I should really take voice lessons. It’s utterly ridiculous that I’m not performing in plays of this caliber.
The guy playing Roger is beautiful. I wonder what he’d do if I just ran out on stage and kissed him….
Ok, who am I kidding? I can’t sing like these people, even with voice lessons. I could at least play the keyboard. Yeah, I should do that.
Oh! We’re going to Half-Priced Books after this! WOOHOOO!!!!
The guy playing Roger sings like an angel. I really wish he’d quit kissing that girl in the fishnets.
I wonder how many of these actors watched the movie version of Rent a million times. It’s uncanny how closely they sound like the actors in that when they sing.
Oops. I wonder if that old couple in the front row over there were expecting the facefull of ass they just saw?
I really wish the guy playing Roger was named something other than Roger. What kind name is Roger for a rock god?!
I honestly don’t know where to comfortably put my legs. I didn’t realize “front row” actually meant “center stage”.
OK, do the actors think its weird that I’m staring at them when they sing? I mean, if I were a few rows back, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but yeah, I can practically smell Tom Collins breath here…. but where else am I supposed to look? There’s no one else on stage.
The guy playing Roger is so beautiful. I wonder if he needs someone to help him get into costume… (I’m quite aware I sound like a complete nincompoop, but you didn’t see the guy playing Roger, so shut up.)
I just got chills when that girl hit that note. I want to be able to give people chills, dammit!
I’ve just decided Rent is my favorite musical.
I wonder if this theatre realizes how completely white all their characters are. Wasn’t that the whole point of this play? To show diversity? Fuckin’ Minnesota, I tell ya.
The girl playing Mimi has the tiniest hands ever. I think her fingers are shorter than mine.
La vie Boheme? More like, la vie the guy playing Roger!
For the record, Delightfulness agreed with me on the beautifulness of Roger.
5 responses to “Things One Thinks In a Dark Theatre”
Maybe I should go see Roger?
Oh yes, you must! I’m going again on Sunday!
You have a bad case of Roger!
Every time I go to a musical I want to get back into the theatre, so I totally feel you! And, I can rarely stay focused on something for an extended period of time without numerous other thoughts floating around in my head. I always blamed it on the ADD. 😉