My high school had no theater, and I was dying to get to college so I could be in a musical. Tried out for the first one they had, and what did I end up in? An "operetta" written by the theater professor's wife about two victims of a future nuclear holocaust who live underground among the mushroom-eating people and fall in love. Basically it was "West Side Story" meets "Beneath the Planet of the Apes." We're talking bad -- and I do mean BAD. Paint-peelingly, stomach-churningly, earth-shatteringly bad. By the time performances were ready to start, I was so embarrassed I asked my parents NOT to come see it!
The only other musical they did while I was there was some musical version of a medieval play about Noah's Flood. I didn't even bother trying out for that one.
Honestly, all I wanted was a nice, normal "Guys and Dolls" or "My Fair Lady" or "The Music Man" . . .
Updated On: 6/2/06 at 11:14 AM