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trapped me in a bear hug that I wanted to stay in for a very long time. However, his show of affection blocked out Bob’s droning and I missed the announcement of the title of the show.
The applause was loud and the laughter was hearty. How bad could it be if everyone was so happy? Maybe it was Grease. I loved Grease . I would be an awesome Sandy or Rizzo. Actually I would suck as Sandy or Rizzo, but I did love the show. Maybe they would let me be the Principal. That was a small part and I don’t recall her having to sing or dance.
“Sweet Goddess,” Fabio shrieked so loudly I clapped my hands over my ears. “The costumes will be positively fabulous. Zelda, you will look like a million dollars!”
I grinned weakly and prayed he was exaggerating the cost, but one never knew with my dad.
“All right people,” Bob shouted above the din. “Fabio will be directing, Simon will be musical directing and I will be choreographing along with having written the script. There are scripts and music available for everyone on the table in the back of the room. DeeDee will check them out to you. Not a word can be breathed about our production. The dumb-ass Shifters in the surrounding towns will try to steal our idea and beat us to the punch—especially the nosy chipmunk Shifters. We are gonna have a comeback with this baby and rule the you-know-what out of all the thespians in West Virginia!”
“Did you say the chipmunks are lesbians?” Jeeves asked perplexed.
“Um, no,” Bob said. “As far as I know they’re straight. I said thespians.”
“Thank you. Just clarifying,” Jeeves said.
“No worries. Are we ready to do a show?” Bob yelled gleefully.
The roar of the crowd was deafening and I still had no clue what the play was. How was this happening? And if I wasn’t mistaken, Bob said he was choreographing. That didn’t bode well at all.
“Are we starting tonight?” Sassy shouted from the crowd.
Oh my hell, of course she was here. I couldn’t catch a break from her if it bit me in the ass. I wasn’t strong enough to tell her she had carte blanche in my closet yet. That nugget would have to wait until tomorrow. This was enough for one evening.
“Yes!” Bob shouted back enthusiastically. “We’ll start with the big production number, No More Wire Hangers . Everyone is in it!”
“Will there be sparkly costumes for this one?” a nice opossum Shifter named Annie called out.
“Tons of sequins,” Fabio assured the happy group. “And probably marabou and go-go shorts.”
“Awesome,” Sassy squealed as she laid a big one on Jeeves who was clearly happy to be part of the debacle.
Of course I was still stuck on the fact that there was a number called No More Wire Hangers . Why did that sound vaguely familiar?
Oh shit. No, no, no, no, no, no.
This was not happening.
“All right Mommie Dearest,” Bob yelled gleefully as he pointed at me with a huge grin that made his uni-brow drop even lower. “Get up on this stage and put yourself front and center! We’re gonna swing some hangers.”
No fucking way.
My body was rooted to the floor. Was everyone here smoking crack? Who in their right mind would think a musical of Mommie Dearest was a good plan? I suppose people that had participated in song and dance versions of Silence of the Lambs and Friday the 13 th were overjoyed to do anything that didn’t include murder or fava beans, but…
On top of everything, the irony that I was about to play a mother from hell was not lost on me. At least I had that part of it covered.
Was I really going to do this?
Fabio was looking at me with such pride I almost cringed. I was certain he was mentally cataloguing my costumes in his head. His genuine elation was the only thing that made my heavy feet move. I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I’d been through so much disappointment in my life I refused to add any to
The applause was loud and the laughter was hearty. How bad could it be if everyone was so happy? Maybe it was Grease. I loved Grease . I would be an awesome Sandy or Rizzo. Actually I would suck as Sandy or Rizzo, but I did love the show. Maybe they would let me be the Principal. That was a small part and I don’t recall her having to sing or dance.
“Sweet Goddess,” Fabio shrieked so loudly I clapped my hands over my ears. “The costumes will be positively fabulous. Zelda, you will look like a million dollars!”
I grinned weakly and prayed he was exaggerating the cost, but one never knew with my dad.
“All right people,” Bob shouted above the din. “Fabio will be directing, Simon will be musical directing and I will be choreographing along with having written the script. There are scripts and music available for everyone on the table in the back of the room. DeeDee will check them out to you. Not a word can be breathed about our production. The dumb-ass Shifters in the surrounding towns will try to steal our idea and beat us to the punch—especially the nosy chipmunk Shifters. We are gonna have a comeback with this baby and rule the you-know-what out of all the thespians in West Virginia!”
“Did you say the chipmunks are lesbians?” Jeeves asked perplexed.
“Um, no,” Bob said. “As far as I know they’re straight. I said thespians.”
“Thank you. Just clarifying,” Jeeves said.
“No worries. Are we ready to do a show?” Bob yelled gleefully.
The roar of the crowd was deafening and I still had no clue what the play was. How was this happening? And if I wasn’t mistaken, Bob said he was choreographing. That didn’t bode well at all.
“Are we starting tonight?” Sassy shouted from the crowd.
Oh my hell, of course she was here. I couldn’t catch a break from her if it bit me in the ass. I wasn’t strong enough to tell her she had carte blanche in my closet yet. That nugget would have to wait until tomorrow. This was enough for one evening.
“Yes!” Bob shouted back enthusiastically. “We’ll start with the big production number, No More Wire Hangers . Everyone is in it!”
“Will there be sparkly costumes for this one?” a nice opossum Shifter named Annie called out.
“Tons of sequins,” Fabio assured the happy group. “And probably marabou and go-go shorts.”
“Awesome,” Sassy squealed as she laid a big one on Jeeves who was clearly happy to be part of the debacle.
Of course I was still stuck on the fact that there was a number called No More Wire Hangers . Why did that sound vaguely familiar?
Oh shit. No, no, no, no, no, no.
This was not happening.
“All right Mommie Dearest,” Bob yelled gleefully as he pointed at me with a huge grin that made his uni-brow drop even lower. “Get up on this stage and put yourself front and center! We’re gonna swing some hangers.”
No fucking way.
My body was rooted to the floor. Was everyone here smoking crack? Who in their right mind would think a musical of Mommie Dearest was a good plan? I suppose people that had participated in song and dance versions of Silence of the Lambs and Friday the 13 th were overjoyed to do anything that didn’t include murder or fava beans, but…
On top of everything, the irony that I was about to play a mother from hell was not lost on me. At least I had that part of it covered.
Was I really going to do this?
Fabio was looking at me with such pride I almost cringed. I was certain he was mentally cataloguing my costumes in his head. His genuine elation was the only thing that made my heavy feet move. I wasn’t going to disappoint him. I’d been through so much disappointment in my life I refused to add any to
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