falsettos cast crack

wow okay

stephanie and i headed back backstage and we were greeted by the sight of andrew and christian lying together on a bed. snoring.

stephanie rolled her eyes. "we were gone for two minutes!" striding over to the bed, she yanked off the quilt and tipped the mattress over. the two men fell onto the rather dusty floor. christian glared at stephanie while andrew just lay face-first on the floor, "bad woman knocked us off the bed." "andrew scott rannells, we have a show to do! get your ass off the ground and show harper around."

andrew turned his head. "stephanie i'm simply manifesting your solo right now."

"...what?"

andrew then actually burst into the song.

"holding to the groun- "

yeah that didn't go too well. i was torn between helping andrew get a pillow off his face or following the rest of the group which had wandered off somewhere else. in the end, i decided to bring out my compassionate side and gently lifted the pillow of andrew's hair (#livingthedreamrn).

andrew stood up and rubbed his hair attempting to put it back in place but it just sprang everywhere until he looked like einstein's long-lost grandchild. he beamed and me and said, "stephanie is such a golden ray of sunshine isn't she?"

i nodded.

"just kidding, she's the spawn of the devil. now, we have to get ready for act one so i'll bring you to your seat now whilst i yassify myself to whizzer brown." andrew vaguely pointed to a seat in the front row. "you're seated somewhere there, i think tracie put a post it on the seat. i'll let you find your way down to the seats but adiós harper. don't uh cry too much because then my sinuses will start acting up even more and i'll look like a disappointed clown." he pranced off and i was left alone on a broadway stage. cool right!

after about ten minutes of utter and complete confusion around what seemed to be a maze of corridors, i carefully peeled off a post it on the seat smack in the middle of the front row. i also untaped a photo of christian borle's arms from the seat cushion. i swear that i saw brandon put it there. i plopped myself down onto the seat and settled in as a steady stream of people started to fill up the theatre. i casually fished out my *signed* playbill and began taking pictures of the stage with my playbill in the frame because i need to show the world that i have succeeded.

"excuse me, i'll just be sitting here. i'm guessing you're my seat neighbour for tonight!" a sweet voice spoke from next to me. i turned and saw an elderly-ish woman seated on my right. "hey! nice to meet you." "you too dearie, i'm charlotte, what about you?"

"i'm harper!"

she beamed and caught sight of my playbill which was resting on my lap.

"oh you got your playbill signed you lucky thing. i'm glad that my son doesn't look too shabby on there."

i did a double take. sOn? was i sitting next to royalty? i asked, "which one is your son?"

"oh i'm charlotte rannells and i'm from omaha nebraska. i'm andy rannells mother."

if i had been drinking anything at that time, i would have spat it out of my mouth. i was sitting next to andrew rannells' MOTHER watching the musical HER SON was starring in.

"it's my first time seeing this musical so i can't wait to see my son in it! hopefully it isn't as bad as his pokémon live! stint. that scarred me for life!"

same charlotte. same.

charlotte whipped out a plus-sized box of tissues and placed it in between our seats. "i always bring tissues in case i cry, but hopefully we won't need them because i have a feeling that this show is going to be hilarious!"

oh no.