-Hearing James Barbour sing "The Music of the Night."
-The jerk in the audience plugging his cellphone into an outlet on stage.
-Seeing Hal Holbrook as Mark Twain at the Fox PAC in Riverside, California.
-Watching a bizarre play called "Dead Man's Cell Phone" at Desert Theatreworks, in Palm Canyon, California and realizing that director Lance Phillips-Martinez had created a visually stunning, Broadway-quality, must-see ballet-like production with a community theatre company.
-Watching the world premiere of "Happy Hour" at Coachella Valley Repertory, in Rancho Mirage, California, starring Gavin MacLeod and John Hawkinson, and written by George Eastman, and realizing that I was probably witnessing the birth of a Broadway play.
Audrey Liebross
Audrey, the Phantom Phanatic, who nonetheless would rather be Jean Valjean, who knew how to make lemonade out of lemons.