I forgot that musicals, especially modern ones (except for Sweeney Todd which rocks), are like baths; I don't have the attention span for them. I got bored and impatient lots of times, waiting for them to stop warbling on and get back to the plot.
Husband livened things up a bit with this comment: "I guess Beyoncé had it written into her contract that she'd be the only good looking one."
...which then had us imagining Beyoncé on the phone with her agent:
Beyoncé: So it'll be me, a fatty*, and a girl who could devour me whole through a picket fence**. Done.
Agent: Yeeeesssss... You do understand you'll be playing the inferior singer, don't you?
Beyoncé: But there's a fatty, right? I'm in.
*Note: Jennifer Hudson is beautiful and has an awe-inspiring set of pipes on her. But she should not wear figure-hugging satin***.
**She's got big teeth. Like, Secretariat big. I was going to say Phar Lap, but y'all wouldn't have heard of him.
***Of course neither should pretty much anyone, including me. It's Horrendoville. Just look at that photo.
