Vance Avery Rocks Jon Secada's SOCKS!!
Oct. 5th, 2003 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ink_n_impWould you believe me if I said there's nothing sexier than a man in suspenders and a bow tie hitting on other men?
Angie, Lindsay, and I all went to see Cabaret yesterday. We rocked the Tiramsue at Carmine's and rollicked the ethnic Barbie section at Toys-R-Us, and mused in a Starbucks on 7th ave before we headed back to Studio 54 for the festivities. We climbed up to the tippy top of the balcony, were they don't even have real theater seats any more, just a bar and some chairs. (though i must say, they are KICK ASS seats...You get this crazy bird's eye view of EVERYTHING, and I only envied the people sitting at the tables near the stage during audience participation...but we made up for it. you'll see how)
So we had cool seats in this kick ass theater that is too cool and pretty for words, and the show starts. And we were already stoked because we wouldn't have to suffer though a night of Jon Secada as EmCee--when VANCE entered the scene.
I thought Lindsay and I were spoiled by having the Alan Cumming recording memorized. Alan is so great on the soundtrack that I thought my Cabaret experience would be like my Phantom one...I'd really enjoy it, but I'd have Michael Crawford's voice singing loud and clear in my head.
But VANCE!! Vance Avery, Secada's understudy DID IT!!! He had a bit of what I imagined Alan would do, but he did it with his own energy and he had his own fucking personality! His performance was TOTALLY intoxicating. As Angie put it tactfully, I wanted to dry hump the bar we were sitting at. He got the jokes! He was so comfortable with his sexuality that he played the bisexual EmCee to the key!
By intermission, we were pumped and horny as hell. So come audience participation, when he gave the customary "HELLO POOR PEOPLE!" to the mezz/balcony, we yelled back "WE LOVE YOU!!!!"
Damn, I wish I have included the "YOU SEXY BEAST!!" like I had wanted too.
And damnit! though we were up in the last row! HE HEARD IT!!! He fucking took a double take! And bless him, he yelled back "I love you too!"
That made my night like nothing else could. Well, that was true until we made a mad dash for the stage door and waited roughly 30 minutes for him to sign our playbills. When he came out (and forgive me, for my memory is shady from the overwhelming joy I felt then) he was so cool about signing and seemed honestly pleased at Lindsay's comment that he was UBER-better than Secada. Turns out that he was part of the Original cast of Cabaret, which explained the slight Alan-ness that was there.
At one point he asked or we mentioned that we were in the last row of the theater, and he mentioned that some people had yelled from that area during intermission/audience participation.
Well, fucking hell, of COURSE we admitted it was us! And he got a big kick out of that.
So in closing, we all got pictures with him, Angie and I got his signature, and we all returned to the dorm, Estactic, horny, and ready to laugh our asses off watching "Hunchback of Notre Dame 2: How Quasi Got His Groove On". All in all, it was a rather exciting and eventful evening.
Thank you Vance Avery. You gave me my hormones back.
Fin.
Angie, Lindsay, and I all went to see Cabaret yesterday. We rocked the Tiramsue at Carmine's and rollicked the ethnic Barbie section at Toys-R-Us, and mused in a Starbucks on 7th ave before we headed back to Studio 54 for the festivities. We climbed up to the tippy top of the balcony, were they don't even have real theater seats any more, just a bar and some chairs. (though i must say, they are KICK ASS seats...You get this crazy bird's eye view of EVERYTHING, and I only envied the people sitting at the tables near the stage during audience participation...but we made up for it. you'll see how)
So we had cool seats in this kick ass theater that is too cool and pretty for words, and the show starts. And we were already stoked because we wouldn't have to suffer though a night of Jon Secada as EmCee--when VANCE entered the scene.
I thought Lindsay and I were spoiled by having the Alan Cumming recording memorized. Alan is so great on the soundtrack that I thought my Cabaret experience would be like my Phantom one...I'd really enjoy it, but I'd have Michael Crawford's voice singing loud and clear in my head.
But VANCE!! Vance Avery, Secada's understudy DID IT!!! He had a bit of what I imagined Alan would do, but he did it with his own energy and he had his own fucking personality! His performance was TOTALLY intoxicating. As Angie put it tactfully, I wanted to dry hump the bar we were sitting at. He got the jokes! He was so comfortable with his sexuality that he played the bisexual EmCee to the key!
By intermission, we were pumped and horny as hell. So come audience participation, when he gave the customary "HELLO POOR PEOPLE!" to the mezz/balcony, we yelled back "WE LOVE YOU!!!!"
Damn, I wish I have included the "YOU SEXY BEAST!!" like I had wanted too.
And damnit! though we were up in the last row! HE HEARD IT!!! He fucking took a double take! And bless him, he yelled back "I love you too!"
That made my night like nothing else could. Well, that was true until we made a mad dash for the stage door and waited roughly 30 minutes for him to sign our playbills. When he came out (and forgive me, for my memory is shady from the overwhelming joy I felt then) he was so cool about signing and seemed honestly pleased at Lindsay's comment that he was UBER-better than Secada. Turns out that he was part of the Original cast of Cabaret, which explained the slight Alan-ness that was there.
At one point he asked or we mentioned that we were in the last row of the theater, and he mentioned that some people had yelled from that area during intermission/audience participation.
Well, fucking hell, of COURSE we admitted it was us! And he got a big kick out of that.
So in closing, we all got pictures with him, Angie and I got his signature, and we all returned to the dorm, Estactic, horny, and ready to laugh our asses off watching "Hunchback of Notre Dame 2: How Quasi Got His Groove On". All in all, it was a rather exciting and eventful evening.
Thank you Vance Avery. You gave me my hormones back.
Fin.
