Come See the Musical!

EVERYONE GO TO THE MUSICAL!!!

 . . .Well, those who can, anyway . . . it's at the Central auditorium at 7:30 pm Friday (tomorrow) and Saturday night.

You can watch me scream and cry and wear an adorable pink and green costume with a matching pink parasol, handbag, and bonnet.You will also see Rob dance like a crazy dancing fool, Andrew sing, Andrew and Brock lift up Lindsey, Chris and Dan lift up Andrew, Nichole and I get in a catfight (sort of . . . ), waiters singing and dancing, and a whole lot of polka-ing. There are also a few sweet moments in there.

Okay, so it's not the deepest plot . . . but it's generally a lot of fun. Please come see us. We worked hard on this thing ^_^

Andrew made the dumb mistake of asking us if we would sing louder if Mr. Ong slapped him in front of everybody. So, naturally, Mr. Ong smacked him across the face. Poor Andrew. He always gets so abused.

 . . . then again, he does kind of ask for it . . .

I think I almost tore my kneecap off banging it on the counter. Right now I have it bandanged with an elastic band that was meant to be my microphone hold-on (and was Ambrose's handband for a short period) and some crappy school-quality toilet paper. Yeah for improvising.

Come See the Musical!

EVERYONE GO TO THE MUSICAL!!!

 . . .Well, those who can, anyway . . . it's at the Central auditorium at 7:30 pm Friday (tomorrow) and Saturday night.

You can watch me scream and cry and wear an adorable pink and green costume with a matching pink parasol, handbag, and bonnet.You will also see Rob dance like a crazy dancing fool, Andrew sing, Andrew and Brock lift up Lindsey, Chris and Dan lift up Andrew, Nichole and I get in a catfight (sort of . . . ), waiters singing and dancing, and a whole lot of polka-ing. There are also a few sweet moments in there.

Okay, so it's not the deepest plot . . . but it's generally a lot of fun. Please come see us. We worked hard on this thing ^_^

Andrew made the dumb mistake of asking us if we would sing louder if Mr. Ong slapped him in front of everybody. So, naturally, Mr. Ong smacked him across the face. Poor Andrew. He always gets so abused.

 . . . then again, he does kind of ask for it . . .

I think I almost tore my kneecap off banging it on the counter. Right now I have it bandanged with an elastic band that was meant to be my microphone hold-on (and was Ambrose's handband for a short period) and some crappy school-quality toilet paper. Yeah for improvising.