The undergraduate musical theater department at NYU is producing a show of mine at the end of March. The show is about two-thirds finished, which isn’t bad, given that they started vocal rehearsals last week. The thing is, the bookwriter-lyricist for the show and I have absolutely no idea if what we’re writing will turn out how we want it to. We had the following conversation yesterday:
HER: “Do you think it’s working?”
ME: “I’m not sure. I know it’s good. I just don’t know if it’s . . .”
HER: “Transcendent?”
ME: “Exactly. But no matter what it will be good.”
HER: “Yeah, but if it isn’t transcendent, it’s failure.”
ME: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
HER: “I’m not joking.”
ME: “I know. Didn’t you hear the hint of desperation in that laugh?”
I have complete faith in both of you. :^) I am sending you a chunk of my good karma from this week.
The scariest thing is that, knowing you both, I believe 100% that this conversation happened unembellished.
And yet knowing you both, and the piece, I believe it will be fabulous. Not as good as transcenedent, perhaps, but FABULOUS nonetheless. 🙂