No need to practice singing in the shower or at your local bar's karaoke night. Nah. Just buy an $80 ticket to a musical and sing along with your favorite showtunes! It won't annoy your neighbor in the slightest. In fact, they will thank you for your effort.
Yesterday, we went to see Spamalot. It's a great show, but it would have been a bit better without the row of Little Miss Audience Participations sitting next to me. They all looked the same. They all laughed as if each laugh was their last. They sang. They mimiced the dancers' hand movements. They talked ("Oh, isn't Robin a cutie?"). And pretty much drove me nuts. That was Act 1. During Intermission, one of them purchased a set of coconuts and proceeded to make her own clip-clopping horse sounds during the second act. As my dad would say, Calgon, take me away.
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I hear you. This is one of the major reasons I have trouble plunking down money for any sort of live experience any more--a play, a concert, whatever. You never know who you're going to sit next to, and whether or not they will be rude and obnoxious or not.
Hopefully the King Lear-o-philes in October will behave themselves...
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