Bop shoo bop, lIttle shop of terror
Matinee this afternoon for Little Shop of Horrors. A handful of live journal folk and then some filled up the little viewing suite with the weird piped in audio — made more odd when they cut volume for the applause.
I have a little confession. I knew every word of the show because I was in my high school production as the plant. Which was cool, cause I got to hang out in the pit with all the musicians and dip vodka soaked Kodiak and stuff while a fella named Toby had to actually sit in the plant costume and “mouth” the words I sang into the microphone.
Ah, high school.
Anyways, the doo-wop girls steal the show and I think the ending needs a boost. Maybe fireworks and lasers.