Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
Last part : Twelve. From the start it was always a love project. I called it my Show Baby. My Self went into it; a lot of love & then some. Dating, engaged, married, had a baby, lost a baby, buried my babies. (Clint has dressed my body in her many, many changes. Thank you for always being kind.) There’s a lot of personal mourning tied to this show So I mourn their show closing, the Broadway run, even if I wasn’t part of it. I’ve been sad letting her go. Mad. Saying goodbye has been tremendously complex. Emotional, whatever. We made that baby together. And I’ve been so proud of it I rallied & went to see it a couple days ago, on her closing weekend. I was happy to see my DNA was all still there. They didn’t erase me. I got to hug my friends and cry with them And say goodbye to my Show Baby who finally made it to Broadway. It’s been really hard to say goodbye in this way after all this time I loved the POV of the Broadway run – the spotlight on America; our part in the horror. I caught Alex’ wink again to the audience. I saw Clint’s American influence as the show progressed. I noticed the new lines and extra music measures to account for the larger space.. .. the space, geez Korins, bravo. It was hard, but I’m SO glad to see my friends shine one last time. And I’m SO happy for this Filipino cast, telling their story with pride and jubilance and ownership. It was very special to witness an entire company of Filipino-Americans on the American stage, telling their own story. I’m proud of Arielle & Jaygee. & Jose and Conrad and Melody and Renee and Billy & of course the rest of the cast. Putting so much sweat and love into a show is fking hard work. To say goodbye is heartbreaking. But you did it. You brought her to Broadway. Congratulations and Bravo, all. (I’m listening to our cast album as I write this. You all sound amazing — absolutely soulful and gritty. I forgot these added verses.) An observer could never know: this show in particular is extremely hard work. To all of us who put sweat and tears, thought and time into her: May it forever be as rewarding as you ever imagined it could be. Especially to DB and Alex. Happy Closing. Bye girl. .
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Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Eleven. Shortly after Public 1.0 closed there was a terrible terrible Hurricane/Typhoon in the Philippines. Haiyan/Yolanda 2013. One of the deadliest and most catastrophic on record. In desperation and paralysis I sent a pipe dream email to David and Oskar. And DB made everything better. It happened SO quickly. SOOO quickly. We flew Jeigh back in from Canada & Renee Janelle and Melody back from the West Coast. Rehearsed day-of on that ungodly frigid day in November. And what was going to be a small fundraising event with a few HLL songs and guests turned into a TERMINAL 5 supernova, full concert version of HLL, p-a-c-k-e-d with THOUSANDS of people to support the Philippines. Terminal 5 donated the building and booze. And 100,000K sent directly to aid the recovery efforts. It was a full and exhausting day, but we were on cloud 9 because we got to love on each other for another day longer.
Part Ten. We got some awards. We were invited to things. We were the impossible ticket in town, which kinda scared me. It introverted me anyway. They finally hired understudies(!) and I loved Jaygee and Diane and Reenee for that. My body felt so broken, and Abby was still so little (and not sleeping.) So many tears. My voice really took a hit. I got a polyp: Polly. Polly was pissed. (I had her evicted.) I don’t like when people tell me they went to see HLL downtown and I wasn’t in. (This was in 2.0) Not because of diva’dom but because it reminds me of how very HARD that time was. Physically, emotionally, vocally, spiritually, psychologically. I asked for help. A lot. But it didn’t come, so I left the show. And then (I’m laughing) the very next day they put in their closing notice!!!! (I was so so so sooooooooooooo mad. And they REMOVED MY FACE from the playbill. (The new playbill looked like 1995 Word art. Not choice.) I do have choice words, though. (I’m still laughing because) their flex backfired. And 3 months later I made my Broadway debut. So many fire drills. And so many *actual* fire drills. Life-Friends were made. Meldoly continues to be my emotional haven. I learned a lot. A lot-lot. Mostly about business relationships. I have a pretty strict no-asshole policy now as my Rep will attest. I won’t even look at a project if certain names are attached, even peripherally. That’s my flex. Conrad, we low-key look like lovers. #HLLovers. See what I did there? It’s the show’s name my joke. Together. Like us. Lovers. …
Part Ten. We got some awards. We were invited to things. We were the impossible ticket in town, which kinda scared me. It introverted me anyway. They finally hired understudies(!) and I loved Jaygee and Diane and Reenee for that. My body felt so broken, and Abby was still so little (and not sleeping.) So many tears. My voice really took a hit. I got a polyp: Polly. Polly was pissed. (I had her evicted.) I don’t like when people tell me they went to see HLL downtown and I wasn’t in. (This was in 2.0) Not because of diva’dom but because it reminds me of how very HARD that time was. Physically, emotionally, vocally, spiritually, psychologically. I asked for help. A lot. But it didn’t come, so I left the show. And then (I’m laughing) the very next day they put in their closing notice!!!! (I was so so so sooooooooooooo mad. And they REMOVED MY FACE from the playbill. (The new playbill looked like 1995 Word art. Not choice.) I do have choice words, though. (I’m still laughing because) their flex backfired. And 3 months later I made my Broadway debut. So many fire drills. And so many *actual* fire drills. Life-Friends were made. Meldoly continues to be my emotional haven. I learned a lot. A lot-lot. Mostly about business relationships. I have a pretty strict no-asshole policy now as my Rep will attest. I won’t even look at a project if certain names are attached, even peripherally. That’s my flex. Conrad, we low-key look like lovers. #HLLovers. See what I did there? It’s the show’s name my joke. Together. Like us. Lovers. …
Part Ten. We got some awards. We were invited to things. We were the impossible ticket in town, which kinda scared me. It introverted me anyway. They finally hired understudies(!) and I loved Jaygee and Diane and Reenee for that. My body felt so broken, and Abby was still so little (and not sleeping.) So many tears. My voice really took a hit. I got a polyp: Polly. Polly was pissed. (I had her evicted.) I don’t like when people tell me they went to see HLL downtown and I wasn’t in. (This was in 2.0) Not because of diva’dom but because it reminds me of how very HARD that time was. Physically, emotionally, vocally, spiritually, psychologically. I asked for help. A lot. But it didn’t come, so I left the show. And then (I’m laughing) the very next day they put in their closing notice!!!! (I was so so so sooooooooooooo mad. And they REMOVED MY FACE from the playbill. (The new playbill looked like 1995 Word art. Not choice.) I do have choice words, though. (I’m still laughing because) their flex backfired. And 3 months later I made my Broadway debut. So many fire drills. And so many *actual* fire drills. Life-Friends were made. Meldoly continues to be my emotional haven. I learned a lot. A lot-lot. Mostly about business relationships. I have a pretty strict no-asshole policy now as my Rep will attest. I won’t even look at a project if certain names are attached, even peripherally. That’s my flex. Conrad, we low-key look like lovers. #HLLovers. See what I did there? It’s the show’s name my joke. Together. Like us. Lovers. …
