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I take exception with the promise of this poster's tagline |
My Sophomore year of high school I had participated in some stuff in the drama department at my high school. By the end of the year they were doing the Spring musical, which, that year, was
Bye Bye Birdie. As I'm not a single-threat, let alone a triple one, I wasn't planning to participate. But, as I am extremely good at happening to be just standing there, someone came by and grabbed me to work crew on the show. And, because I believed there was no "I" in "team", I somehow wound up as the guy in the "fly booth". Which is a small box above the stage with a few cranks where I'd wrangle the signs, "flying" them in and out of view of the stage.
So, for three showings of
Bye Bye Birdie in the Spring of 1991 (and lord knows how many rehearsals) I sat in a black box thirty-something feet above the stage and pondered the imponderables of high school while my classmates danced, sang and "acted" their way to glory.*
Consequently, I know the play of
Bye Bye Birdie fairly well. Or did, I guess. And, for a while, I was really over my fear of heights.
I think I've seen the movie version before, but it was a long time ago, and, frankly, I didn't remember it at all. I've also seen part of a televised newish version, but I doubt we made it very far through that one.