Another op’nin’, etc.
This high school (aka “Teen”) edition of Chicago is a piece of work. It omits three entire songs and the entr’acte, makes cuts - large and small - in other songs, Mary Sunshine is there practically in name only, and the script itself seems to have had a machete taken to it. In this windy city, one is accused of seeing - not screwing - the milkman, and the rest falls pretty much along those lines. And though this other line is actually complete in the script, their director has them caught doing No. 17 - but not No. 17, the Spread Eagle. And so it goes.
All of that said, it’s a good gig, the kids are quite good, and even the orchestra is beautiful. We are ten, crammed into an interesting space. I will work on getting the required photographic evidence.