sir…SIR?!?!
Does the fact that I ate a salad for lunch balance out the fact that I ate about a hundred desserts for dinner?
No?
It doesn’t work that way?
Oh. okay.
So, the other night I was doing my job. I know, I know–a medal is in order. But we were doing the portion of the show called the Ones in which we basically go over the same piece of choreography while singing that famous song, One, singular sensation… in repetition.
Pause for a moment while I tell you a piece of pertinent information. One of my good friends thinks it is quite hilarious to pretend that I am actually a boy. Hahahahahahahahahaha, right? Yes, I have very short hair. What a novel idea to call me a boy. Anyway, he gets quite a kick out of it while I tolerate it, at best. Now back to the story.
We get to the section of the Ones when Zach instructs all of the girls to line up and perform that same piece of choreography–this is quite appropriately called the girls’ chorus. I line up next to all of the other girls in the show, as I do every night, and start to dance while my friend chimes in from behind me, Oh…I’m sorry, but I am pretty sure this is the girls’ chorus…
I ignore him and continue dancing and singing.
What does he do? He gets louder, leans forward as to get a little closer to me and yells in mock concern, Excuse me, sir? SIR! This is not the boys’ chorus–THIS IS THE GIRLS’ CHORUS!!!!
This whole little scene was played out upstage of me which is a fancy way of saying behind me while I was facing the unsuspecting audience. And let me say that I have never flipped anyone the bird before but boy, this was one time–I think the first, actually–when I really really wanted to to put my hand behind my back and do just that.
I didn’t, but…
Well, but for the grace of God, there go I…
