So my meeting with Hal Prince on Tuesday was among the most nerve-wracking experiences I’ve ever had, partially because, of the three of us writing the show, one of us (the bookwriter) knew him and had worked with him before, so of course it was the bookwriter whose wife’s water broke fifteen minutes before the meeting, so he had to go back home to, you know, have a baby or something stupid like that (some people clearly need to get their priorities straight), and the lyricist and I, who didn’t know Mr. Prince and had never worked with him before, had to have the meeting alone.
I won’t describe the meeting in detail, mostly because I was in such a state of nervous terror the whole time that I can’t really remember any details, but the upshot is that, though he doesn’t want to work on this musical, he does want us to send him some more material in different styles to see if he might be interested in working on something else with us.
Of course, since this is the first show the lyricist and I have ever written, having met each other for the first time when we were paired on this project, we have virtually no other material, in this style or any other.
It’s going to be a busy month.