I can't remember what I've mentioned about this, but I'm filling in as "Kim McAfee" in a community-in-the-sticks theatre's production of Bye Bye Birdie because the original Kim had to travel to Minnesota to say good-bye to her grandmother and then wait for the funeral. While there are things I'd rather be doing than reciting inane lines and singing silly songs on a stage in front of an audience, I have to give the original Kim credit for having her priorities in order and for not letting an insignificant community theatre production interfere with saying goodbye to and honoring someone who was important in her life. I'm not sure she had much say in the matter, so I applaud the entire family's decision.
For the record, I was called into service not because of any reputation I have as a talented performer, but rather because I can memorize very quickly.
I had my second (and next-to-last) rehearsal tonight. Tomorrow night is final dress rehearsal. The role is not optimal for me vocally, as my chest voice extends only from roughly the G below middle C to the C above middle C. Because there's so much difference in the sound of my head and chest voices (no smooth transition whatsoever), I need to sing the entire thing in my little-girl voice, which is not very impressive. It doesn't sound like I'm trying to imitate Shirley Temple or anything that sickening. I just don't sound very mature. We're miked, so my voice will be strong enough. I'm not really a singer anyway. It's OK, though, as Kim McAfee is only supposed to be fifteen years old. I look the part, and in my little-girl voice I sound about right, too.
Bye Bye Birdie is not exactly one of my favorite musicals. Some of the songs are incredibly stupid. I understand the songs are supposed to be stupid because the character of Conrad Birdie is an idiot, and an important sub-plot of the play is how his handlers constanty struggle to hide from the public just how lacking he is in both morals and intelligence.
Before I share with you the movie version of what is probably the single most vapid song in the entire production and possibly in the entire universe, "Honestly Sincere," I'd like to announce that my God-daughter, Camille, is up to 4 lbs, 1 oz. The little girl is growing like a freaking weed.