There was a hot second in my life where I thought I had direction. I booked a tour and my life was decided through December and I had nothing to worry about until then......little did I know...
There are only rumors about when and where our first show is and nobody knows when we're actually leaving the city. Seriously, the layout and specifics of what will happen the next few months are so unclear it's like there's an SS at our backs saying "JUST GET ON THE TRAIN!"
A few weeks ago I thought to myself, "Children's musical? E-Z-P-Z! Just slap on a smile, sing some unison vocals and make the kids laugh!"
and then I learned how hard it is to be on stage for a straight hour while keeping children engaged and interested, not to mention entertained and laughing. A Kardashian reference does not a joke make...
Not to mention, this music and its lyrics are probably the most complicated I've ever had to learn. I guess that's what happens when 12 different composers write your show. I mean, sure, Sondheim's a bitch but at least he's consistent. Singing about the First Amendment with some unnecessary 5/4 bars thrown in the mix? Why don't you just probe me?
JK.
unless you want to...
But there we all are, commiserating together, while our endlessly energetic director inspires us to do it for the kids. Seriously, I need to know what he puts in his coffee and then inject that into my veins because mama needs a pick-me-up.
I just keep saying "tomorrow will be a better day."
Really...it will be...we're staging my diva-beltress-sing-off with my fellow African beauty (but fo-rizzle I think she's royalty, she has citizenship in like 12 countries)...
but she don't know she's messing with a certified queen.
Knock me up and call me Beyonce,
TJB: Making It
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