I went to a pre-production meeting for this years’ musical this afternoon. We’re doing West Side Story. I probably ought to Netflix it and watch it again, since the last time I saw it I was in it. (And that was…mumblesixteenmumble…years ago.)
Actually, I have a funny story about that. I was cast in the chorus (and as “A Girl”, who sings the “There’s A Place For Us” solo) as a Puerto Rican. I’m rather fair-skinned, so I had to put on brown makeup all over my face, neck, arms, and anywhere else the costume didn’t cover. The tub at home was stained brown by the end of the week. Plus, they teased my hair and put black spray-in dye in it. Ugh. It’s a miracle I didn’t have to shave my head by the end of the week, I literally broke a brush trying to comb it out one night.
I’m looking forward to doing the musical again, but scared to death about what this accompaniment is going to look like. Is it too much to hope that the piano player does more snapping than playing?