Well at least according to David it was.
On Tuesday night we went to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels at Hale Centre Theatre in West Valley with my cousins. The play is a musical comedy and I'm certain everyone reading this blog is aware of how I laugh. So needless to say there was lots of laughing (aka squeaking) on my part during the entire first half of the play. After intermission the "squeaking" was addressed by an ad-libbed line.
The director was playing Lawrence (one of the main characters) on the night we were there and it was just Buzz and him on stage with Buzz's wheelchair. All of the sudden Lawrence whips out a can of WD-40 and starts spraying the wheels on the wheelchair. Buzz asks him what he's doing to which Lawrence replies "I'm trying to get rid of all the squeaking". The place totally erupted in laughter, especially those people who where in our section and knew where the "squeaking" was emanating from. The actors paused for a brief second and then continued right on just like the line was all part of the play. I proceeded to watch the play but not so for David, Seth, and Lizzy. For the next 5-10 minutes they were laughing so hard they were almost crying and David doesn't even know what happened in the play during that time interval.
We found out after the play that the director had warned the tech crew that he was going to "address the squeak" after intermission but did not tell them what he planned to do. Since no one knew what was coming, the tech crew and ushers who have heard my laugh before, we're just rolling up when this happened. Most of the tech crew and ushers working that night have heard me laugh before but I'm sure my "squeaking" was a new phenomenon to the cast that haven't been performing in the shows we've been to before and they had no advanced warning that I was going to be there. Seth says that warning them does no good because words can't describe my laugh - the only way to truly understand it is to hear it in person.
On Tuesday night we went to see Dirty Rotten Scoundrels at Hale Centre Theatre in West Valley with my cousins. The play is a musical comedy and I'm certain everyone reading this blog is aware of how I laugh. So needless to say there was lots of laughing (aka squeaking) on my part during the entire first half of the play. After intermission the "squeaking" was addressed by an ad-libbed line.
The director was playing Lawrence (one of the main characters) on the night we were there and it was just Buzz and him on stage with Buzz's wheelchair. All of the sudden Lawrence whips out a can of WD-40 and starts spraying the wheels on the wheelchair. Buzz asks him what he's doing to which Lawrence replies "I'm trying to get rid of all the squeaking". The place totally erupted in laughter, especially those people who where in our section and knew where the "squeaking" was emanating from. The actors paused for a brief second and then continued right on just like the line was all part of the play. I proceeded to watch the play but not so for David, Seth, and Lizzy. For the next 5-10 minutes they were laughing so hard they were almost crying and David doesn't even know what happened in the play during that time interval.
We found out after the play that the director had warned the tech crew that he was going to "address the squeak" after intermission but did not tell them what he planned to do. Since no one knew what was coming, the tech crew and ushers who have heard my laugh before, we're just rolling up when this happened. Most of the tech crew and ushers working that night have heard me laugh before but I'm sure my "squeaking" was a new phenomenon to the cast that haven't been performing in the shows we've been to before and they had no advanced warning that I was going to be there. Seth says that warning them does no good because words can't describe my laugh - the only way to truly understand it is to hear it in person.
All that's left to be said is that I'm now infamous at Hale Centre and known as "The Squeaker".
