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Oh, my. That was SO MUCH FUN.
I came prepared to sing and be serenaded, but I was entirely unprepared for the magic of iSm's falsetto, or the outbursts that came from Monsieur ThinKrisp (which, on first occurrence, made me laugh hysterically, and by last occurrence had a good portion of the audience chiming in.)
I could not have asked for a more fun small bunch of people with whom to belt out the songs. (Though a larger group would've been swell, so next time there's a sing-along you simply must join us.)
Something else surprised me in the midst of the screening. In my small pond, particularly in high school, I had the chance to shine performing in musical theater. Moving to a very competitive college program for dramatic arts, I excelled in directing, but as far as singing I paled in comparison to performers who today are making their living on Broadway. (I had one frustrating audition for a musical, and then dropped it entirely and stuck to my straight-theater guns.) And I stopped singing.
But you know what? I like singing. It brings me joy. I never wanted it to bring me money, so it's too bad that when I compared myself with professionals and found myself lacking, I completely left it behind. I don't have to be terrific at it, I can just have fun. So, more singing. And having sat with the gents last night, I feel it's imperative we make at least one of those reading nights feature a musical. (We really need to cast iSm as Joanna in Sweeney Todd, for instance.)
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