When I booked tickets to The Phantom of the Opera so I could take my nieces, I hadn’t figured the cost would be so high. I’m talking of course about the trauma of missing a live episode of American Idol. The Phantom touring company ended up sounding a little pitchy in spots though, so it was a bit like being at home in front of the television.
Christine – You’re not the strongest voice in the competition but you know what? You weren’t stagey with your voice and you’ve got a natural warmth thing going on so big points on that. Just watch that whole tripping up the staircase thing in the big Masquerade number and you should be fine.
Phantom – You’ve gotta bring your 'A' game every night at this level. That’s your name up there on the marquee you know? Watch that singing out of your mask side when you hit your lower register okay?
Raoul – If my stomach can grumble in tune, how hard can it be for you to listen to the music and sing along in key? It’s your job.
So overall, it was just alright for me tonight you know?
The Phantom of the Opera played in Toronto for about 10 years and so, I’d already seen this show a few times more than necessary. When the bus tours from Buffalo dried up and the music died, I thought we were in the clear. Nobody told me touring companies would show up now and then to taunt me.
The best part about the whole evening was getting to watch my nieces enjoy it. I’m not so jaded that I don’t remember how electric and emotional a live performance can be. I was really glad they seemed to love it. The touring company did a decent job of bringing the original production back to life although I don’t think I ever need to see it again. Unless of course, I’m in it.
When I got home, I watched the playback of American Idol and saw a lot of forgettable performances from the guys. When I eventually put head to pillow, a smile found my lips as I realized about both shows ...it’s over now, the music of the night.