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#honestly so many shows were nominated this year for revivals and plays and other things
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Tony Awards Thoughts
So it looks like, at least for now, the CBS website lets you watch it for free (at least in the US). Here are my thoughts using those time stamps (be warned I have a long running commentary)
0:23 Oh is this going to be a parody of her playing the piano on last year’s Tony’s
1:05 How has neither one of them won anything? I mean I get if they said neither one of them one a Tony cause I mean, they both did shows that one time…but anything?
1:18 Is there anything more Broadway than saying the same rehearsed thing at the same time and pretending it was just part of the banter? Oh theater tropes I love you
1:36 That’s always been something that bothered me, people assume that just because something didn’t win the Tony doesn’t mean its not a great show, and the show that wins might not even be the best one that season (you know who you are). I love the Tony’s but its an award show, people don’t stop watching tv shows and movies or listening to artists that didn’t win or weren’t nominated, it makes me sad that so many shows close post Tony’s just because they weren’t the big winner. Anyways…
1:53 THEY CELEBRATED THE LOSERS LIKE ME, these A list celebrities that are totally not losers are soooo relatable ;)
2:40 A few years ago Something Rotten did what I thought was a brilliant advertising campaign listing amazing shows that lost the Tonys like them, so the fact that it was put into song gave me a fond flashback. See? SEE??? Oh it feels so good to be vindicated on tv
3:49 “If you make art at all your a part of the cure” :)
4:10 THEY HAD THE ENSEMBLE MEMBERS BE THE ONES IN THE OPENING NUMBER RATHER THAN THE LEADS THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY. If only my high school self could have seen this she would have felt so much better
6:42 I didn’t see any of the plays this year but I heard the most about Angels in America this season so not surprised. Looks interesting
7:45 Happy Pride Month
8:40 Bake a cake for everyone who wants a cake to be baked would actually be a pretty good diction warmup
14:10 Kinda surprised that they didn’t pick Rather Be Me or Apex Predator considering those are the really marketed songs. “Where We Belong” seems a lot like “Status Quo” from High School Musical. I mean you’ll get that about high school clicks in the lunch room with a blond queen bee but like, even the dance moves felt similar, and the lunch tray dancing, even the giant cat decal. But like, it's not as catchy? I didn’t expect them to win anything tonight but I really don’t think they’ll win anything now? Is that mean? Just cause it feels like it was supposed to be a high energy number and it didn’t have that energy I thought it would. Also come on, just cause you want the girls to be shallow and dumb doesn’t mean the lyrics have to be that cringey. This feels like a less good version of if Legally Blonde and High School Musical had a baby (I absolutely love Legally Blonde that was not intended to be an insult to either show).
15:00 Is it me or did Amy Schumer look like she wanted to say something but Rachel Bloom kept talking. But it didn’t really have any joke setup or serve as a good segway for commentary, what could she have wanted to say?
15:35 Later on I’m going to see if I can find the award speeches that didn’t get televised. most of the world doesn’t get broadway they get regional theater, I wanted to hear what they had to say
15:45 Nick Scandalious feels like a cartoon name you’d see in an Onion article about the Me Too movement. His face even looks like the generic celebrity that had a TMZ scandal five years ago. I thought I read it wrong at first lol
16:40 I was cracking up they know their brand so well. The air quotes on emotional, perfect!
17:10 Mini Sara and Josh are so cute!
17:50 Ok I missed the reference, what is the giant bird lady from?
18:10 oh
20:57 celebrity child picture counter: #3 Amy Schumer. Also guess which year the musical described as “a comedy about class and sexism” is from? Yup it’s My Fair Lady, the audience laughed like I did in that sort of this is funny but also sad kinda way
26:00 This was so overacted and hammy and one day I aspire to that level of loud printed robes. Coincidentally my name is also spelled like Eliza but my voice is not nearly that good. Also does it count as drag if they are clearly men in dresses with some comical makeup or is there another name for it when they aren’t actually trying to look feminine?
26:18 The twitter usernames were too small to see on my screen who were the twitter pictures of?
26:30 See above comment
27:00 What show did Billy Joel work on? Also Billy Joel, Bruce Springsteen, and Josh Groban maybe my mom will finally enjoy theater
29:12 Oh my gosh that picture of Titus Burgess is amazing as is that suit. And that intro is so Titus its great
30:07 Renee Fleming we’ve got the Opera world here too? It’s so many famous musicians from outside broadway on broadway, think of all the crossovers
32:50: Yes spongebob get Josh Groban to sing more thank you for your service. Ok I’m not a huge fan of spongebob but they have to win for sound design that guy is on overload
33:27 Lol it explains so much why the songs sound disjointed cause they got a billion people to write them. Also lol I was waiting for that joke
33:50 Also what I thought would happen would be a medley that way Spongebob who really is the driving energy of the show and Squidward played by the Broadway darling would both have a song. This wasn’t how I expected them to do it, but I was sort of right so I’ll count it. I’m not really a fan of Spongebob the musical (I’ve listened to it twice once when it first came out and once during Tony Season. I’m not one of the people who hate it off the sheer premise and won’t give it a chance, but I just thought it was meh and not worth having the most nominations.) But Squidward’s song is very me, not in terms of melody cause that is I find most of the melodies to be rather generic but the lyrics are 100% me trying to convince myself. Also all I will be thinking about for the rest of the will be what tap dancing must feel like its gotta feel weird how long do you think he spent practicing it with and without the extra legs. Or it might be nightmare fuel with the sea anemone contributing to it, who knows? Probably both,
38:07 still don’t know whose handles those are
38:28 ^^^
38:40 Ok when I saw the outfits I was expecting a Chorus Line Parody, but this Sia parody fits this every genre but musical theater theme of this Broadway season
39:20 Eight times a week, and all the subsequent puns
40:28 Can I just say I love this return to singing interludes over awkward award show banter?
41:44 I saw the Bands Visit a few month’s back and I still don’t know how to describe it. Normally I would guess it would be the second fiddle of the Tony’s but considering the “purists” it’ll probably win most of the awards
44:16 With all the previous reaction shots you knew it had to be Nathan Lane. I always forget how well spoken he is because of his typical roles but he is really well spoken and sincere rather than trying to wise crack and it was so sweet. It made me smile
47:43 His face saying “blow high” has got to be a gif right?
51:45 The entirety of the Carousel number was me thinking if I had a higher sex drive this would totally make me thirsty. They also used very creative ways to physically embody the shape and workings of a ship but then again I’m admittedly biased. Listen to that number you know their vocal prowess was not why they picked it
52:12 I mean, I know that crew gets less attention than cast and plays less attention than musicals but I would watch the full version stop cutting out the speeches. C’mon I love costumes
53:04 I know your joking but that hurts
53:19 yes #4 famous kid photo Uzo Aduba
55:49 Ari'el Stachel’s speech is made all the more poignant when you realize everyone else in his category were white. Despite this season’s commerciality you actually do have shows and casts with Asian leads and African American leads and Latin American leads and Middle Eastern leads somewhere between the sea of shows like Spongebob and Frozen. Show these shows some love, prove that Hamilton wasn’t the anomaly but the rule
56:55 They brought the Parkland teacher for the theater education award! Fitting 65 students into a high school teacher’s office for hours to protect them is not easy, she saved lives that day
58:17 I thought #5 Matthew Morrison was a girl in his child pic
58:40 They went to Parkland?!
59:35 OMG they’re performing!?!
1:00:10 Seasons of Love is the Perfect song for this, they sound so good too!
1:01:18 Girl has an amazing voice! Dang to get up there in front of all of these famous performers on live TV after the media has already hounded them and putting yourself out there is courageous
1:02:45 I can’t see the handles
1:03:11 Will they be able to top NPH’s Tony magic trick though??? Probably not but let’s see
1:03:31 So cheesy but tbh if I had a Harry Potter wand I’d be even cheesier
1:03:46 Was that line improved or was the tech delay intentional?
1:04:22 C’mon Squidward already pulled the same “trick” you have ensemble block the audience pov while someone enters from the back. Didn’t even come close to topping NPH
1:04:43 Little Patti Lupone I can’t believe she allowed them to include her picture of lil’ Patti
1:05:04 I just wanted to include Patti’s line about a “deep appreciation for outspoken women” cause I actually said “you go girl” out loud
1:05:35 Yeah, fun fact, Tony wasn’t a man but was actually short for Antoinette. They referenced it multiple times before, including earlier tonight, but it was stated most explicitly here
1:06:35 Is that a young or modern Claire Danes, I can’t tell
1:07:39 Also it’s really cool that an older woman won something, I feel like the stage gives more roles for older woman that other acting industries, also if people argue that she was political she served political office. Also how cool is it that apparently people were there from every recognized country?
1:09:27 so that’s how they do Sven, I knew Olaf was supposed to be an Avenue Q style puppet but the way they move Sven is really cool (it’s the technique they used on things like War Horse, I don’t know if it’s considered costuming or puppetry or what the official name is)
1:10:20 Anna looks exactly as I pictured her, and they changed a few minor lyrics for it to fit the stage
1:10:44 There are so many quick changes tonight
1:11:22 Elsa did not look like what I imagined her to be, but the costumes are on point
1:12:00 The chorus versions of these songs have beautiful harmony, but Olaf shouldn’t be there yet right? Isn’t he “born” in Let it Go
1:12:47 Alright I’ve been waiting to see how they’ll do the snow effects!
1:14:00 They got out of building the castle by already having it built at the beginning of the song, which is smart technically but I wanted to see how they do it, unless it’s one of those things that’s a surprise for when you see it live.
1:14:25 Never call it “Daddy’s Day” ever again. Never.
1:14:46 I can’t see the handles
1:14:59 How could you not show Chita Rivera’s lifetime achievement? I’ve been lucky enough to see her in more than one show and she is incredible.
1:15:13 And you also cut out Andrew Lloyd Webber’s?? You made the wrong cuts Broadway
1:15:25 It looks like they’re going to show a tribute I’m excited!!!
1:17:42 Two things: Andrew Lloyd Webber has written a weird collection of musicals, like when you see clips of them back to back you realize just how weird of a collection it is, and Josh Groban needs to be the next Phantom
1:18:08 That exchange was so physically awkward they haven’t even started talking yet and I feel the cringe
1:19:18 Is “I swore I’d never do something like that” shade against the La La Land debacle? In 2018? Or am I reading too much into it
1:19:21 I saw the Band’s Visit but I also saw Once on this Island and I thought that one would win Direction for sure but I guess I was wrong
1:22:36 I read Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, it’s a weird read, but I haven’t seen it live so maybe it’s directed brilliantly, who knows? Who else thinks its a weird read?
1:23:56 He’s getting the Tony audience to sing his boyfriend "Happy Birthday" instead of giving a speech and that is both adorably sweet and such a power move. Also a rare occasion of Happy Birthday being sung on key
1:25:10 They’re having DEH perform? You cut out people who actually were awarded tonight for people who already were featured on the Tony’s last year? And that song is a weird choice for a In Memoriam considering that show doesn’t really…respect the deceased. Weird
1:28:17 Give the tech more time in the limelight! You cut out Chita and Webber’s speeches for a weird tribute and you have weird stunts with tech like the magic thing yet cut out all their stage time. I know this is standard Tony procedure but it is something I will comment on every year until it changes
1:29:20 That move for “work hard for the money mom” line was uncomfortable
1:30:30 They really do sound like the original singer
1:31:53 So that’s how the performers follow the conductor. They have a huge teleprompter-like screen in the back of the audience
1:32:52 This cast seems specifically tailored to gather different subsections of internet geeks and I will not tell you which categories I fall into
1:33:18 I never knew “the Jimmy’s” were a thing when I was in high school
1:34:54 THOSE are the great themes of Harry Potter? Really?
1:36:10 Aww look at little Cinderella
1:36:34 How are they going to build that stage for the Tonys? They built a river inside the theater for it before!
1:37:00 Well it makes sense that they’d only include part of the set, you can’t really recreate an entire building. Yes I’m so glad they included Mama Will Provide. That song is like the definition of a Tony performance song. Why did they include the Daniel bit, that was so awkward and broke up the flow
1:40:40 If anyone would be chill with the goat it’s Nathan Lane. Yup, there a live goat at the Tony Awards
1:41:21 Don’t joke about that
1:41:41 Are you going to cut out every technical award
1:42:32 Too relatable
1:43:16 Is this that song from Chorus Line in real life
1:44:10 English Major life
1:46:03 The angel from Angels in America is so Extra TM
1:46:54 That Tony Kushner line was forced
1:47:18 Awkward segway but REMEMBER TO VOTE
1:47:38 That Judy Garland line ties in perfectly with the Happy Birthday to the gay couple
1:48:04 That reaction to the word “money” is me. And also is a gif right?
Am I so much of a Tony nerd that I both knew and was shocked that the accountants weren’t the normal ones from Ernst and Young but instead were from Grant Thorton. Why do I remember what company normally tallies the Tony votes? Why did they change companies? Why do I care so much? But seriously what happened
1:49:00 That phrase just sounded so odd, just the way it was said “my television Daddy-O Tony Shalhoub”
1:53:15 I don’t have the accent and I’m about as white as white can be, but I really want to perform this song somewhere at some point. I have family in this area even though I don’t look like I would but and I just connect to it. The melody is gorgeous and the chorus reminds me of the lullabies of when I was very little.
1:54:15 Every time the young photos come up it puts a small smile on my face
1:54:37 Good on them for putting their money where their mouth is. They actually helped fund arts programs in places where they were cut
1:55:05 I wonder what the rest of the scenic guy’s speech for Spongebob was because this tiny clip seemed so passionate (and just has such an interesting aesthetic). Gosh darn it Tonys stop pretending the only backstage people that count are the directors and producers, you have all these other people who put in so much hard work yet you consistently ignore them. Even orchestrations, choreography and score?? Orchestrations, choreography and score are crucial for musicals to exist as unique entities from plays. You make jokes about people sitting through 5 hour plays but I would gladly sit through a five hour award show if you just included the technical awards.
1:57:10 me trying to open anything ever
1:57:14 Yes! I was so worried they would go with the super old school ones that get constant revivals. I mean, they picked the show that had “1000 pounds of sand, a 100 gallons of water, a goat and 2 chickens into his theater” when you have safer, more conventional bets. Everyone kept sleeping on Once on this Island this Tony season to talk about their feelings about the Spongebob’s and Mean Girl’s of the world but this is such a good show. Maybe this’ll get this show the love it deserves.
1:59:30 what did Robert DeNiro say on the recording the sound cut out. Did the mic cut out did he say something inappropriate, I’ve been avoiding Tony news what happened?
1:59:55 It’s got more than just a big cast, dancing, and a history lesson. You know that applies to, idk like 60% of famous Broadway musicals lol
2:00:06 when someone gives that pregnant of a pause you gotta wonder what the story is there
2:00:27 Truth
2:00:40 “Jersey Boy” that’s such a good one liner, actually, it might sound sarcastic online but that was a funny one liner in context
2:03:00 Is Bruce Springsteen really going to just do spoken word poetry the whole time? Also I don’t know why but this makes me think of Fun Home
2:06:05 Oh he’s going to sing after all. Though that story is about as Americana Fourth of July as anything I’ve ever heard on the Tony Awards ever and that’s saying something
2:07:39: who are these people?
2:08:00 Didn’t Kristin Chenowitz and Alan Cumming do this exact same shtick when they hosted, what 2 years ago? And there’s was much bigger I mean really go big like that Glinda the Good dress or go home.
2:08:23 Was there really no punch line? Also aww baby Kelli O’Hara is precious
2:09:07 The actor’s name sounds like his character’s name and I enjoy that
2:09:39 Well these actors are very different from each other
2:11:28 I am a sucker for genuine sincerity and that combined with some of the earlier moments like the Parkland moment brought me close to tears
2:12:45 Look at this award shows actual diversity, and not just using one show for diversity and nominating a bunch of actors you have 3 out of 6 female leads be people of color and none of them are a “token” and they all support each other. Hailey Kilgore is so young and such a good actress and I wanted her to win so much but she seemed so excited for the person who did win and they all seem happy at the result you don’t have any of that polite loser face they are all genuinely supportive and this makes me happy. I’m happy, look at those smiles I’m smiling, I love it when they show women supporting each other.
12:14:06 “my stupid little heart with so much joy” is me watching these people tonight.
12:14:27 Still can’t identify these people
12:15:00 Josh Groban’s reaction to Bernadette Peter’s name is me. Honestly Josh Groban is killing the potential gif game tonight
I’m sorry I just can’t take this description of them as “empowering stories” seriously when half of your nominations are Spongebob and Mean Girls
2:16:10 Tonight the Band’s Visit really swept. Honestly some seasons shows don’t win any awards that deserved it and other seasons shows that (while still deserving) probably wouldn’t have won win and it’s all kind of arbitrary, but I’m glad out of this batch it won, it was really the only show out of the four that would have gotten the Tony Award ticket sales boost and it got it.
2:17:35 “Music gives people hope and makes borders disappear”
2:19:08 yes another Josh Groan duet!
2:19:25 I love Miss Peters too
2:20:44 This number made me smile, this whole night made me smile. I was worried I would get frustrated by the night with Spongebob and Frozen and Mean Girls and all the potential for it to be a cynical snark fest or a capitalist money grabber spectacular. There are about 10 billion ways I saw myself not liking this year’s Tony Awards before it started and not only am I relieved that I was wrong about the mood of the night but I am elated. I love me some deadpan humor and some snark but you rarely see one of these nights just wholly be genuine and not tongue and cheek and it was such a breath of fresh air. Even the hokey bits like the stupid magic jokes and banter or weaker songs like that Mean Girls number, because everything was in such a kindhearted atmosphere, didn’t feel as bad as they otherwise would have.
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Rumor Has It...
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Title: Rumor Has It…
One Shot: 1/1
Character: Tom Hiddleston/Cath Richardson (OFC)
Genre: fluff
Rating: All ages
Summary: With Betrayal a success in both London and New York, rumors of  Tony award nominations spread. Tom Hiddleston, while flattered, refuses to let himself be led by it. But when the day the nominations are set to be announced arrives, Tom finds himself drawn into the tantalizing idea of ‘what if’ and with his girlfriend of a year by his side, waits with bated breath to see if rumor turns into fact.
Authors Notes/Warnings: I received the ask below towards the end of last month and at first thought of tackling this with Tom and Rosie but the more I thought about the idea the more I realized it fit so perfectly with Tom and my newest OFC, Cath (whom you will be officially meeting in ‘Get Better’ a sequel to my three part story ‘Brave Face’ which will start posting on August 1st). So this story takes place after the events of Get Better and while I feel odd about technically showing my hand with this, I love the story this ask brought about and I hope you enjoy it to.  Thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for letting me continually throw ideas off and at you. I still can’t fathom why you put up with it, but I am eternally grateful you do.
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Tom had woken far earlier than he’d meant to that morning and from a sleep that hadn’t been as restful as he’d hoped. Filming had gone much later than intended the night before and he’d finally stumbled into bed at quarter past one in the morning. A glance at the clock on the bedside table had told him it was just pushing eight. He groaned and rolled back over onto his stomach, willing sleep to claim him once more. But a half an hour of tossing and turning proved that notion fruitless.
He’d pushed himself out of bed and padded down the stairs, Bobby close on his heels. The spaniel weaved excitedly around his legs as Tom wandered into the kitchen. “Okay, okay,” he yawned, heading towards the back garden door. “Go do your business and I’ll have your breakfast ready when you’re done.” Bobby sprinted out into the back garden, yipping at the birds and squirrels. Tom poured kibble into the porcelain dog bowl and set about making himself a cup of coffee. Ten minutes later Bobby scrambled back in the opened door and attacked his meal with gusto. Tom simply shook his head and sipped his steaming mug of coffee.
Coffee finished Tom found himself climbing the stairs once more and heading back into the bedroom. He should start getting himself ready for the day, he had a few hours left to kill before Cath would arrive for their weekly lunch date. It was nice, he’d found, having a simple routine in place. It gave him something to look forward to, a reminder of how they’d started. And any other day he’d be whistling as he picked up his clothing, looking forward to a few hours with the woman who’d come to mean the world to him. But there was a quiet layer of unease floating over him. Must be the lack of sleep, he reasoned with himself as he paced before the closet door. Though if he were being honest, he’d been feeling off the past week. He stopped as a realization hit him. The nominations come out today.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” he muttered to himself. He needed to get out of the house and try to clear his mind. He took a deep breath, nodding to himself before tossing on his running gear, grabbing Bobby’s lead, and taking them both on a much needed run. Bobby had been gloriously excited at the prospect, jumping around Tom’s feet as they made their way out the front door, nearly causing his master to trip several times before he was able to right himself, a string of curses echoing off the walls of the main hall. Wouldn’t that be hysterical, death by excited dog? Tom shook his head and pulled the door closed behind them both.
Headphones in, Tom lead them both down the relatively empty sidewalks of his neighborhood. It was late enough that the morning rush had all but cleared, which Tom had been grateful for. In his current state he was quite likely to run into a hapless commuter that found their way into his path.
He was being utterly ridiculous and he’d known it; letting his nerves get the better of him because of this, the chance that he might have just the slightest chance of actually getting a nomination. There was nothing set in stone, simply rumor and word of mouth but god if it were true? He couldn’t seem to wrap his head around it. He was frankly afraid to think it for fear of jinxing the matter, as stupid and silly as the notion was.
When he’d taken the role of Robert in Betrayal nearly a year past, he had looked forward to the challenge of the role; to playing a man of dubious morals caught in a situation that effected so many lives not just his own. He’d been thrilled with the idea of a limited run, of being able to be back on stage and giving it his all night after night. Of being able to sleep in his own bed. The show’s initial success had been an unexpected, but deeply longed for, delight. They had always hoped the show would do well, but life in the West End was tricky and audiences could be fickle at the best of times. Many a great show had utterly failed to take off and there had been every chance that Betrayal could have been one of them.
Getting to work with Zawe and Charlie had been a dream. They were just as engaged and dedicated as he was; he’d known Charlie for years and had always wanted the chance to work with him. Zawe had been great fun to work with during both the Pinter celebration and the Tolstoy vs Dickens battle. They were both magnificent in the craft and they’d been wonderful to play off of. Despite the show’s heavy nature, and his own personal experiences with the subject matter, Tom could honestly say the initial three month run had been some of the most fun he’d had in years.
And then the call had come, asking if he would be interesting in reviving his role alongside Charlie and Zawe, this time in New York and on Broadway. It was surreal, almost like a dream, and he had hardly believed it at first. His agent had needed to explain it, twice, before he’d actually been able to comprehend just what was being offered let alone agree. Cath had been the first person he called, knowing without a doubt that she would understand both his joy and his fear. And she had been ecstatic, beaming with pride for both him and for the production that she’d played a small role herself in bringing to life.
He’d ramble on to her about his excitement and his worry. He talked about how absolutely elated he was to get the chance to work on Broadway, how he couldn’t believe they had done so well as to warrant such a thing, his fear that the show might not translate as well with American audiences, and his very real worry that four plus months apart would do them more harm than good especially when what they had was so new. And Cath, to her credit, had let him do so, offering him her quiet support and encouragement. He was talented, they all were; this was a wonderful opportunity regardless of how it panned out in the end and, most of all, this was a part of his job, she understood that and she trusted him. Her faith in him had warmed his heart in ways he couldn’t quite put to words.
And the show had done well. Far better than he had dared to dream it would. Audiences and critics alike seemed taken with the production. He’d been positively giddy opening night; the show had gone off without a hitch, they had all been completely on point, and, best of all, Cath had surprised him by flying in. She hadn’t told him she was coming, and with her work picking up back home in London, he’d not expected her to be able to get away especially not this early on. But there she had been in the front row, beaming with pride and Tom had barely been able to contain his excitement when he’d caught sight of her.
He’d pulled her into his arms when he’d finally been able to find her backstage, kissing her soundly, not caring who saw them. While they had kept their relationship relatively quiet, Tom had no intention of hiding her or what she meant to him. They’d gone out to celebrate; joining his cast mates for drinks before making excuses and heading off to take in a late dinner. She only had that night; her flight back to Heathrow had been scheduled for the next afternoon, her latest production couldn’t spare her for more than a day and a night. So it was with reluctance, late the next morning, that he’d seen her to the cab that would whisk her to the airport and from there back to London.
Tom had been exhausted by the end of the run; physically drained and more than ready to head home, but so very grateful for the chance he’d been given. He’d have a few weeks grace once there before pre-production was set to begin on the Loki series and he’d been very much looking forward to spending time with friends and family. To insulating himself in the people who mattered and forgetting the outside world for as long as he was able.
When the buzz started about potential awards surrounding the New York run of Betrayal, Tom had paid them little mind. Such talk was typical and usually didn’t add up to anything in the long run. Especially as early on as the initial talk had been. But the talk kept happening and slowly Tom found himself thinking about the possibility with more frequency and more definition. It would be frankly amazing to get such recognition, a dream, but he had learned better than to take it as granted; he’d seen and experienced far too much in his career so far to ever do such a thing.
Cath had been his voice of reason through it all and had done her utmost best to keep him focused on the present, though he knew she was just as anxious as he was to see if it would actually happen. Much of his time had been spent on set, working with the various directors and writers to make the most of his next foray as the God of Mischief. Filming in and around London had been a godsend, though there had always been the distinct possibility of location shooting if needed for later episodes.
Being close to home was wonderful and he knew he was spoiled by it. He’d made the effort to spend time with the friends he normally wouldn’t be able to see for months if not years at a time. He’d also spent as much time as he could with Cath; they’d taken to walks around the park with Bobby followed by dinner whenever they could. And Tuesday afternoons meeting for lunch, a habit they’d carried over from start of their relationship; when they’d cautiously extended the branch of friendship while dancing around the fact there was so much more between them. Things with Cath had taken to moving at a much slower rate than he’d done in previous relationships, cautious and steady, and for that he was exceedingly grateful. Tom was taking his time with Cath, wanting to make things work, needing to do it right this time. He’d gone through too much to risk repeating any of his past mistakes. Not when this time he thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d found the right person.
Tom was a sweating but slightly calmer mess by the time he and Bobby had made it back home at quarter past eleven. He’d let Bobby loose once he’d closed the front door then taken the stairs two at a time, shedding his running clothes as he went. He rushed a shower, knowing Cath was due to arrive shortly. Dressed in dark jeans and a clean black t-shirt, he padded back downstairs and worked to throw together the lunch he’d planned. He’d been ambitious the day before, spending half of his free morning roasting a chicken and preparing various vegetables, all then combined into what he’d hoped were passable pot pies. All he’d left to do was pop them into the oven and hope for the best.
As the baked, Tom busied himself tossing together a quick salad and dodging Bobby’s questing nose; the spaniel lived for Tom dropping bits of food and was always on guard for potential yummy surprises. By the time the buzzer on the front gate had gone off, announcing Cath’s arrival, Tom had the table in the dining room set and Bobby shut firmly in the back garden, mainly to save Cath from his frenzied excitement at her arrival. Tom’s nerves had come back in full swing as he buzzed her in and made his way to the front door.
Cath greeted him with a quick kiss before pulling back and studying his face. “Whatever happens, you’ve done remarkably well and I am proud of you.” She reached up and brushed an errant curl behind his ear.
A broad grin broke across his features at both her words and her touch. “How is it you always know what to say?” Tom queried with a soft laugh, as he ushered her inside.
She shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it on the coatrack by the door, and rested her bag in its usual place on the hallway table. “Years of practice,” she joked. “And listening to the drivel my brother has said. Apparently his choice of profession has rubbed off on me in ways.”
Tom smiled at her before pulling her tightly against him and kissing the top of her head. He loved the way she fit so perfectly against him; her head coming to the middle his chest. He couldn’t adequately count the numbers of times he’d held her like this and just how much such a simple thing had come to mean.
“So where is that delightful dog of yours?” Cath murmured into his chest before pulling back and glancing around the hall. Usually by this point Bobby would be barking at their heels demanding his own special greeting from the woman in Tom’s arms.
Tom laughed in earnest at her actions and her words. “I see how it is now. You only like me for my dog.” Cath shrugged, smiling up at him, and they both broke into another round of laughter. “Bobby’s out back,” he told her once they’d calmed. “He’s been particularly underfoot the past few days. Driving me around the bend.”
“Poor baby.” She leaned up and kissed him lightly. “I’ll just go pop out and say hello shall I?” She pulled out of Tom’s embrace and pattered down the hallway towards the back garden door.
He shook his head and followed quickly behind muttering, “It’s always the bloody dog.”
Once Bobby had his ears firmly scratched and had given Cath his requisite excited kisses, the two of them made their way back inside with Bobby at their heels. Tom had made a valiant attempt to send the spaniel back but Cath had quickly stepped in, pleading his case, and Tom acquiesced with only a small amount of reluctance. Bobby trotted alongside his champion, looking back at Tom with what he could only described as a triumphant grin.
Bobby had taken his place, standing guard between Tom and Cath as they settled in the dining room, ever watchful for any dropped morsel. Tom pretended not to notice Cath slipping Bobby a piece of chicken and she offered him the same curtesy when he’d done the same ten minutes later much to the spaniel’s delight. They chatted amicably as they ate about their comings and goings during the past week; Cath had recently started working a new production in the West End and therefore had endless stories to share, most of which had Tom in hysterics. He, in turn, talked about his filming and about the next few projects he’d been tossing around. A few in and around London and a few farther abroad.
Tom had just stood, preparing to pop into the kitchen to grab the pudding he’d readied the night before when he felt his mobile vibrate in his pocket. He froze, causing Cath to stare up at him in momentary confusion. “Tom?”
He shook himself out of his head and pulled the phone from his pocket. His eyes widened as he took in the text from his agent that lit up his screen. ‘Congrats, Tom! Knew you would get it.’ Followed by a screen capture. ‘2020 Tony Nominees for Best Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role in a Play: Tom Hiddleston for Betrayal’.
“Oh…Oh my god.”
Tom dropped back into his seat with soft thud, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry; could barely think.
Concern flashed in Cath’s green eyes and she stood quickly, coming to stand beside him. “Tom? Tom what is it?”
Wordlessly he held out his mobile towards Cath, his hand shaking. She took it was a steady hand and read it silently to herself. He watched as her eyes widened and her mouth popped open in a silent ‘o’ of surprise. “Oh my god.” She dropped the phone onto the table, mouth splitting into a massive grin, as she turned to face him. “Oh. My. God! Tom, this is fantastic!”
“I just…I…How…” he spluttered, failing completely at trying to find words to express himself. “This is real right?” He raised his eyes towards hers, a pleading look in them. “This isn’t some god awful prank?” He felt stupid even voicing such a thought but couldn’t seem to help himself.
Cath shook her head, beaming at him. “No, it’s not. Tom you got the nomination. This is…I am so incredibly proud of you.” She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her small frame. After a few moments he wrapped his own arms around her, returning her embrace.
“I can’t believe it. I mean, I’d hoped…because you always hope, right? I just never…” Tom trailed off, laughing softly. Beside them on the table, his mobile had begun to vibrate away. He pulled back enough to steal a quick glance at it; far too many texts to count flashed across the brightly lit screen.
“Quite the popular fellow there, Thomas,” Cath quipped, leaning in to place a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.
Tom chuckled and pulled her firmly into his lap, pulling an unexpected whoop of surprise from her lips. “Occupational hazard, my dear.”
Cath laughed and swatted him lightly on the chest. He rubbed the spot and murmured a soft oath in protest which earned him a quirked eyebrow. “Watch it.”
He leaned in and kissed her firmly. “Never.”
“Typical,” Cath breathed with a sigh, “man earns himself a Tony nomination and it goes straight to his head.”
Tom dropped his head back and let out a long, loud laugh.
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Rumor Has It...
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Title: Rumor Has It...
One Shot: 1/1
Character: Tom Hiddleston/Cath Richardson (OFC)
Genre: fluff
Rating: All ages
Summary: With Betrayal a success in both London and New York, rumors of  Tony award nominations spread. Tom Hiddleston, while flattered, refuses to let himself be led by it. But when the day the nominations are set to be announced arrives, Tom finds himself drawn into the tantalizing idea of ‘what if’ and with his girlfriend of a year by his side, waits with bated breath to see if rumor turns into fact. 
Authors Notes/Warnings: I received the above ask towards the end of last month and at first thought of tackling this with Tom and Rosie but the more I thought about the idea the more I realized it fit so perfectly with Tom and my newest OFC, Cath (whom you will be officially meeting in ‘Get Better’ a sequel to my three part story ‘Brave Face’ which will start posting on August 1st). So this story takes place after the events of Get Better and while I feel odd about technically showing my hand with this, I love the story this ask brought about and I hope you enjoy it to.  Thanks to @redfoxwritesstuff for letting me continually throw ideas off and at you. I still can’t fathom why you put up with it, but I am eternally grateful you do.
Tag list: @theheartofpenelope @tinchentitri @blacksuitofdoom @noplacelikehome77 @nonsensicalobsessions @messy-insomniac-bookgirl 
Tom had woken far earlier than he’d meant to that morning and from a sleep that hadn’t been as restful as he’d hoped. Filming had gone much later than intended the night before and he’d finally stumbled into bed at quarter past one in the morning. A glance at the clock on the bedside table had told him it was just pushing eight. He groaned and rolled back over onto his stomach, willing sleep to claim him once more. But a half an hour of tossing and turning proved that notion fruitless.
 He’d pushed himself out of bed and padded down the stairs, Bobby close on his heels. The spaniel weaved excitedly around his legs as Tom wandered into the kitchen. “Okay, okay,” he yawned, heading towards the back garden door. “Go do your business and I’ll have your breakfast ready when you’re done.” Bobby sprinted out into the back garden, yipping at the birds and squirrels. Tom poured kibble into the porcelain dog bowl and set about making himself a cup of coffee. Ten minutes later Bobby scrambled back in the opened door and attacked his meal with gusto. Tom simply shook his head and sipped his steaming mug of coffee.
 Coffee finished Tom found himself climbing the stairs once more and heading back into the bedroom. He should start getting himself ready for the day, he had a few hours left to kill before Cath would arrive for their weekly lunch date. It was nice, he’d found, having a simple routine in place. It gave him something to look forward to, a reminder of how they’d started. And any other day he’d be whistling as he picked up his clothing, looking forward to a few hours with the woman who’d come to mean the world to him. But there was a quiet layer of unease floating over him. Must be the lack of sleep, he reasoned with himself as he paced before the closet door. Though if he were being honest, he’d been feeling off the past week. He stopped as a realization hit him. The nominations come out today.
 “This is fucking ridiculous,” he muttered to himself. He needed to get out of the house and try to clear his mind. He took a deep breath, nodding to himself before tossing on his running gear, grabbing Bobby’s lead, and taking them both on a much needed run. Bobby had been gloriously excited at the prospect, jumping around Tom’s feet as they made their way out the front door, nearly causing his master to trip several times before he was able to right himself, a string of curses echoing off the walls of the main hall. Wouldn’t that be hysterical, death by excited dog? Tom shook his head and pulled the door closed behind them both.
 Headphones in, Tom lead them both down the relatively empty sidewalks of his neighborhood. It was late enough that the morning rush had all but cleared, which Tom had been grateful for. In his current state he was quite likely to run into a hapless commuter that found their way into his path.
He was being utterly ridiculous and he’d known it; letting his nerves get the better of him because of this, the chance that he might have just the slightest chance of actually getting a nomination. There was nothing set in stone, simply rumor and word of mouth but god if it were true? He couldn’t seem to wrap his head around it. He was frankly afraid to think it for fear of jinxing the matter, as stupid and silly as the notion was.
 When he’d taken the role of Robert in Betrayal nearly a year past, he had looked forward to the challenge of the role; to playing a man of dubious morals caught in a situation that effected so many lives not just his own. He’d been thrilled with the idea of a limited run, of being able to be back on stage and giving it his all night after night. Of being able to sleep in his own bed. The show’s initial success had been an unexpected, but deeply longed for, delight. They had always hoped the show would do well, but life in the West End was tricky and audiences could be fickle at the best of times. Many a great show had utterly failed to take off and there had been every chance that Betrayal could have been one of them.
 Getting to work with Zawe and Charlie had been a dream. They were just as engaged and dedicated as he was; he’d known Charlie for years and had always wanted the chance to work with him. Zawe had been great fun to work with during both the Pinter celebration and the Tolstoy vs Dickens battle. They were both magnificent in the craft and they’d been wonderful to play off of. Despite the show’s heavy nature, and his own personal experiences with the subject matter, Tom could honestly say the initial three month run had been some of the most fun he’d had in years.
 And then the call had come, asking if he would be interesting in reviving his role alongside Charlie and Zawe, this time in New York and on Broadway. It was surreal, almost like a dream, and he had hardly believed it at first. His agent had needed to explain it, twice, before he’d actually been able to comprehend just what was being offered let alone agree. Cath had been the first person he called, knowing without a doubt that she would understand both his joy and his fear. And she had been ecstatic, beaming with pride for both him and for the production that she’d played a small role herself in bringing to life.
 He’d ramble on to her about his excitement and his worry. He talked about how absolutely elated he was to get the chance to work on Broadway, how he couldn’t believe they had done so well as to warrant such a thing, his fear that the show might not translate as well with American audiences, and his very real worry that four plus months apart would do them more harm than good especially when what they had was so new. And Cath, to her credit, had let him do so, offering him her quiet support and encouragement. He was talented, they all were; this was a wonderful opportunity regardless of how it panned out in the end and, most of all, this was a part of his job, she understood that and she trusted him. Her faith in him had warmed his heart in ways he couldn’t quite put to words.
 And the show had done well. Far better than he had dared to dream it would. Audiences and critics alike seemed taken with the production. He’d been positively giddy opening night; the show had gone off without a hitch, they had all been completely on point, and, best of all, Cath had surprised him by flying in. She hadn’t told him she was coming, and with her work picking up back home in London, he’d not expected her to be able to get away especially not this early on. But there she had been in the front row, beaming with pride and Tom had barely been able to contain his excitement when he’d caught sight of her.
 He’d pulled her into his arms when he’d finally been able to find her backstage, kissing her soundly, not caring who saw them. While they had kept their relationship relatively quiet, Tom had no intention of hiding her or what she meant to him. They’d gone out to celebrate; joining his cast mates for drinks before making excuses and heading off to take in a late dinner. She only had that night; her flight back to Heathrow had been scheduled for the next afternoon, her latest production couldn’t spare her for more than a day and a night. So it was with reluctance, late the next morning, that he’d seen her to the cab that would whisk her to the airport and from there back to London.
 Tom had been exhausted by the end of the run; physically drained and more than ready to head home, but so very grateful for the chance he’d been given. He’d have a few weeks grace once there before pre-production was set to begin on the Loki series and he’d been very much looking forward to spending time with friends and family. To insulating himself in the people who mattered and forgetting the outside world for as long as he was able.
 When the buzz started about potential awards surrounding the New York run of Betrayal, Tom had paid them little mind. Such talk was typical and usually didn’t add up to anything in the long run. Especially as early on as the initial talk had been. But the talk kept happening and slowly Tom found himself thinking about the possibility with more frequency and more definition. It would be frankly amazing to get such recognition, a dream, but he had learned better than to take it as granted; he’d seen and experienced far too much in his career so far to ever do such a thing.
 Cath had been his voice of reason through it all and had done her utmost best to keep him focused on the present, though he knew she was just as anxious as he was to see if it would actually happen. Much of his time had been spent on set, working with the various directors and writers to make the most of his next foray as the God of Mischief. Filming in and around London had been a godsend, though there had always been the distinct possibility of location shooting if needed for later episodes.
 Being close to home was wonderful and he knew he was spoiled by it. He’d made the effort to spend time with the friends he normally wouldn’t be able to see for months if not years at a time. He’d also spent as much time as he could with Cath; they’d taken to walks around the park with Bobby followed by dinner whenever they could. And Tuesday afternoons meeting for lunch, a habit they’d carried over from start of their relationship; when they’d cautiously extended the branch of friendship while dancing around the fact there was so much more between them. Things with Cath had taken to moving at a much slower rate than he’d done in previous relationships, cautious and steady, and for that he was exceedingly grateful. Tom was taking his time with Cath, wanting to make things work, needing to do it right this time. He’d gone through too much to risk repeating any of his past mistakes. Not when this time he thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d found the right person.
 Tom was a sweating but slightly calmer mess by the time he and Bobby had made it back home at quarter past eleven. He’d let Bobby loose once he’d closed the front door then taken the stairs two at a time, shedding his running clothes as he went. He rushed a shower, knowing Cath was due to arrive shortly. Dressed in dark jeans and a clean black t-shirt, he padded back downstairs and worked to throw together the lunch he’d planned. He’d been ambitious the day before, spending half of his free morning roasting a chicken and preparing various vegetables, all then combined into what he’d hoped were passable pot pies. All he’d left to do was pop them into the oven and hope for the best.
 As the baked, Tom busied himself tossing together a quick salad and dodging Bobby’s questing nose; the spaniel lived for Tom dropping bits of food and was always on guard for potential yummy surprises. By the time the buzzer on the front gate had gone off, announcing Cath’s arrival, Tom had the table in the dining room set and Bobby shut firmly in the back garden, mainly to save Cath from his frenzied excitement at her arrival. Tom’s nerves had come back in full swing as he buzzed her in and made his way to the front door.
 Cath greeted him with a quick kiss before pulling back and studying his face. “Whatever happens, you’ve done remarkably well and I am proud of you.” She reached up and brushed an errant curl behind his ear.
 A broad grin broke across his features at both her words and her touch. “How is it you always know what to say?” Tom queried with a soft laugh, as he ushered her inside.
 She shrugged out of her jacket, hanging it on the coatrack by the door, and rested her bag in its usual place on the hallway table. “Years of practice,” she joked. “And listening to the drivel my brother has said. Apparently his choice of profession has rubbed off on me in ways.”
 Tom smiled at her before pulling her tightly against him and kissing the top of her head. He loved the way she fit so perfectly against him; her head coming to the middle his chest. He couldn’t adequately count the numbers of times he’d held her like this and just how much such a simple thing had come to mean.
 “So where is that delightful dog of yours?” Cath murmured into his chest before pulling back and glancing around the hall. Usually by this point Bobby would be barking at their heels demanding his own special greeting from the woman in Tom’s arms.
 Tom laughed in earnest at her actions and her words. “I see how it is now. You only like me for my dog.” Cath shrugged, smiling up at him, and they both broke into another round of laughter. “Bobby’s out back,” he told her once they’d calmed. “He’s been particularly underfoot the past few days. Driving me around the bend.”
 “Poor baby.” She leaned up and kissed him lightly. “I’ll just go pop out and say hello shall I?” She pulled out of Tom’s embrace and pattered down the hallway towards the back garden door.
 He shook his head and followed quickly behind muttering, “It’s always the bloody dog.”
 Once Bobby had his ears firmly scratched and had given Cath his requisite excited kisses, the two of them made their way back inside with Bobby at their heels. Tom had made a valiant attempt to send the spaniel back but Cath had quickly stepped in, pleading his case, and Tom acquiesced with only a small amount of reluctance. Bobby trotted alongside his champion, looking back at Tom with what he could only described as a triumphant grin.
 Bobby had taken his place, standing guard between Tom and Cath as they settled in the dining room, ever watchful for any dropped morsel. Tom pretended not to notice Cath slipping Bobby a piece of chicken and she offered him the same curtesy when he’d done the same ten minutes later much to the spaniel’s delight. They chatted amicably as they ate about their comings and goings during the past week; Cath had recently started working a new production in the West End and therefore had endless stories to share, most of which had Tom in hysterics. He, in turn, talked about his filming and about the next few projects he’d been tossing around. A few in and around London and a few farther abroad.
 Tom had just stood, preparing to pop into the kitchen to grab the pudding he’d readied the night before when he felt his mobile vibrate in his pocket. He froze, causing Cath to stare up at him in momentary confusion. “Tom?”
 He shook himself out of his head and pulled the phone from his pocket. His eyes widened as he took in the text from his agent that lit up his screen. ‘Congrats, Tom! Knew you would get it.’ Followed by a screen capture. ‘2020 Tony Nominees for Best Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role in a Play: Tom Hiddleston for Betrayal’.
 “Oh…Oh my god.”
 Tom dropped back into his seat with soft thud, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry; could barely think.
 Concern flashed in Cath’s green eyes and she stood quickly, coming to stand beside him. “Tom? Tom what is it?”
 Wordlessly he held out his mobile towards Cath, his hand shaking. She took it was a steady hand and read it silently to herself. He watched as her eyes widened and her mouth popped open in a silent ‘o’ of surprise. “Oh my god.” She dropped the phone onto the table, mouth splitting into a massive grin, as she turned to face him. “Oh. My. God! Tom, this is fantastic!”
 “I just…I…How…” he spluttered, failing completely at trying to find words to express himself. “This is real right?” He raised his eyes towards hers, a pleading look in them. “This isn’t some god awful prank?” He felt stupid even voicing such a thought but couldn’t seem to help himself.
 Cath shook her head, beaming at him. “No, it’s not. Tom you got the nomination. This is…I am so incredibly proud of you.” She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her small frame. After a few moments he wrapped his own arms around her, returning her embrace.
 “I can’t believe it. I mean, I’d hoped…because you always hope, right? I just never…” Tom trailed off, laughing softly. Beside them on the table, his mobile had begun to vibrate away. He pulled back enough to steal a quick glance at it; far too many texts to count flashed across the brightly lit screen.
 “Quite the popular fellow there, Thomas,” Cath quipped, leaning in to place a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.
 Tom chuckled and pulled her firmly into his lap, pulling an unexpected whoop of surprise from her lips. “Occupational hazard, my dear.”
 Cath laughed and swatted him lightly on the chest. He rubbed the spot and murmured a soft oath in protest which earned him a quirked eyebrow. “Watch it.”
 He leaned in and kissed her firmly. “Never.”
 “Typical,” Cath breathed with a sigh, “man earns himself a Tony nomination and it goes straight to his head.”
 Tom dropped his head back and let out a long, loud laugh.
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Olivier Awards 2019: The Inheritance, Company, and Come From Away
This year’s Olivier Awards have just been handed out in an evening that seemed (over the radio) to be warm, equitable, fair, and celebratory. For me, having seen the vast majority of the nominated shows, there didn’t seem to be an award that went to the wrong place, and I was delighted to see such a range of different shows acknowledged.
I was particularly pleased that A Monster Calls won the Entertainment and Family category – it was a powerful and beautiful show, and I hadn’t really expected it to be honoured, even though it thoroughly deserved to be. My other shout out goes to Six which, although it didn’t win, is one of the most joyous and uplifting experiences I’ve had in the theatre this year. Tonight’s performance of the opening number slayed so hard it reduced me to tears even just listening to it on the radio.
The three shows I really want to talk about though are the three which each received four awards, and tied as the most rewarded shows on the night: The Inheritance (Best Lighting Design, Best Actor, Best Director, Best New Play), Come From Away (Outstanding Achievement in Music, Best Choreography, Best Sound Design, Best New Musical), and Company (Best Supporting Actor in a Musical, Best Supporting Actress in a Musical, Best Musical Revival, Best Set Design).
I saw all three of these shows – The Inheritance twice (once at the Young Vic back in May and once at the Noel Coward in January), Come From Away twice in just over a week (just after it opened in March), and Company once (on Thursday night during its closing week) – and even though I didn’t love them all, I can see why they won. Let’s start with Company.
Company
Actually, to say that I didn’t love this show is a bit of understatement – I didn’t get it at all. I found it intensely frustrating and lacking in plot, even though I was aware that it’s so widely beloved, and I wish I could have seen in it what so many others did. But it truly wasn’t for me.
Having said that, I understood that it was a landmark production of an iconic musical. Watching it, it was impossible to imagine it ever being performed with the original gender configuration: I can imagine that it must have been interminable.
I also appreciated the artistry of it. The lighting design was beautiful, the book immaculately crafted, and Sondheim’s music has been stuck in my head ever since. The set design and staging were also fascinating and reminded me why it’s so much fun to see be a regular theatre goer, because it allows you to see threads in people’s work – this one had subtle hints of Bunny Christie’s design for Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, and Marianne Elliott’s staging reminded me so much of Angels in America, with the way pieces of set seemed to disappear into a void at the back of the stage.
As for the performances, Jonathan Bailey absolutely stole the show as Jamie, and his Olivier win was one of the most effortlessly justifiable of the night. It was a physical, wordy, complicated number that he delivered with impeccable panache. Easily one of the best individual performances of the year, and I wish the show had featured him and his character more.
Although I didn’t get the appeal of this show, it was a valuable lesson for me in theatre as a craft, and in classic musicals. I’m glad I saw it and I’m glad it won the awards it did.
The Inheritance
This show – particularly its Part One – was one of those shows that speaks to the heart. Brutal in its imagery and interval placement, I found myself sobbing into my hands as the house lights came up at the end of three out of its six acts.
The image that will always live with me is the one at the end of the second act. As the name suggests, this is a play about inheritance and legacy – the inheritance of collective memory and knowledge, as well as a physical inheritance – and at the end of act two we see both literally go up in flames. The AIDs crisis laid waste to an entire generation of the queer community – it saw the loss of thousands of people who would have been our role models, writers, activists, friends, lovers, and mentors – and in the play, the main character is left a house that is a touch point with that generation, but before he finds out that he’s been given the immense gift of this inheritance, the deeds to the house are burned. Seeing the flames catch on those papers and reduce them to ash, robbing this young, gay man of yet another opportunity to meet with the lost generation, is one of the most heart wrenching expressions of loss that I’ve ever witnessed in the theatre.
I am grateful to this show and all who worked on it for bringing this dialogue between the queer community’s past and present to the stage. Although I yearn for a wider range of queer stories to be told on stage, nothing can be taken away from the power and beauty of this show. I am glad it was told to the world, and I hope it has further life in the future.
Come From Away
I first saw this show at the end of miserable week, on a Friday night, which also happened to be International Women’s Day. When I first heard of it I wasn’t very interested to see it, but when it came to the West End and I read more about it I grew curious. The ticket I bought that day on a whim came at the perfect time.
It’s 100 minutes in length and I can honestly say that I cried for the entire duration of the show that night. The sheer beauty of the music, the warmth of the story, the way it faces grief and loss with honesty and hope, all make it a truly special show.
One of the things I love about it (and the reason why I’m particularly pleased that it won the specific awards it did), is the way the music is used throughout the show. The music has a real narrative function. Every song is essential to the plot and drives it forward. Music and dialogue are seamlessly interwoven, to the extent that I couldn’t imagine how it would possibly work as a soundtrack.
It also feels important to mention the real life stories that have inspired the show. Nick and Diane’s story is one of my favourites, and I’m also truly grateful to have been introduced to Beverley Bass by the show. I mentioned that I first saw the show on International Women’s Day, and there could not have been a more perfect moment to hear the story of the woman who led the first all-female crew in the history of commercial jet aviation. There’s a moment during the song which focuses on Beverley’s story in which the women of the company stand and seem to be applauding her, and applauding themselves, and it’s one of those moments that gives you real hope as a woman – hope that the world will be better, that we can lift ourselves and each other up, and that we can achieve our dreams and fearlessly raise our voices.
People have said that this show gets one of the fastest standing ovations in the West End at the moment, and having seen it twice I can attest to this. Right now we need a reminder that there is kindness and goodness in the world, and that communities can come together to welcome strangers, no matter where they’ve come from, how they look, or what language they speak. This show is that, and it could not be more timely.
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I truly think that tonight’s awards did justice to the breadth, diversity, and brilliance of this year’s London theatre scene. The fact that the big winners were a gender-switched show putting a woman at the heart of her own narrative, an epic story about queer existence today, and a musical about a community opening their doors and hearts in the face of tragedy, suggests that there is some justice in the world.
It’s been a great year, and here’s to the next. My money’s already on a Dear Evan Hansen sweep, but time will tell!
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thotyssey · 5 years
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RePoint: Frankie Sharp
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One of nightlife’s biggest movers-and-shakers has us shook with all he’s up to these days: parties in Brooklyn, East Village and Chelsea; a live singing show; GLAM nominations; Drag Race Judys aplenty; and everything that is 3 Dollar Bill. And soon, the classic kiki that made him a nightlife name will be resurrected! Frankie Sharp catches up with Thotyssey since our first chat.
Thotyssey: Hey Frankie! Thanks for talking to us again today! It’s been a minute! 
Frankie Sharp: Firstly can I just say, you are literally my favorite interviewer to talk to!
Aw shucks, and you’re one of our favorite ever interviewees! So last night at Club Cumming was the year anniversary of your hit live revue MARY! How did it go?
Even a year in, its always so nerve-racking! I think because it’s the most vulnerable thing I do. Literally putting myself on stage, and next to such great singers... I still feel like a wannabe next to them. But it was a beautiful night. It was very celebratory. I’m very proud of MARY. As well you should be! It’s a super popular night for Club Cumming, and it’s a GLAM-nominated cabaret this year! 
The GLAM awards are so fun! But they seem very localized with recognizing talent. It’s very uptown-focused, so I’m very honored to be recognized when I am for having mostly downtown and Brooklyn productions these days.
Yes, you actually have a bunch of GLAM noms this time around... what’s your track record with winning those?
I used to win every year Best Party and Best Promoter when Westgay was happening... but understandably so, Westgay was a very specific night that beautifully bridged downtown and uptown, Manhattan and all the surrounding boroughs--which I think is the ultimate goal usually with events. But Westgay actually achieved that.
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You’re doing so much right now!
Yes I’m nuts right now. But I like it that way. A wasted minute is hell to me.
Do you have in your mind very specific ideas on what potential acts or DJs you could work in what space, or is it more about just getting those people and fitting them into any gig you can based on their schedule?
No, it’s very, very conscious and calculated. Just because one DJ or performer is successful in one space, that does not make them right for another. There’s many things that come into play... location, demographic, personal perspective.
It’s so much to be aware of! I picture, like, a dozen thotty assistants in a dungeon somewhere updating Frankie Sharp spreadsheets all day and night.
Can you believe for the first time I just hired a full time assistant? And even then I do most of it, because I’m also very hands on and maybe even a control freak. I’m constantly finessing the approach. Everything is about fine-tuning and being aware of every aspect of an event before, during and after. Its all stimuli though, again... no wasted minute.
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 I was just at Metropolitan Bar in Brooklyn last night--
Metro is just THE SPOT, you know? Its ol' faithful. And they're so incredibly supportive. and I adore the staff, and Steven the manager is one of the hardest working men in the biz.
Yes! And when I was there I saw a poster for an upcoming Metrosensual, which will have Cynthia Lee Fontaine! Metrosensual is the Saturday weekly you produce, and your longest running party now; very often it features Drag Race girls like Cynthia. So many RuGirls have come through for a Frankie Sharp event, are there any who have remained elusive to you? Not really, honestly. Everyone is very supportive, and most girls I have personal relationships with and reach out to them before I reach out to their agents. I take great care of talent and they all get paid well and on time, so there’s no reason to pass up one of my events. Also, most managers of the girls know that I produce 100+ events a year, so they're very responsive.
I’m bummed I missed viral sensation Florida Man’s Metrosensual! How was she?
An actual genius. And a lovely person. It’s so refreshing to get girls from the Bay Area in NYC; there’s almost NO ego attached to the person. It’s all heart and professionalism.
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You’re also now the Man behind REBAR’s BOYS, the Friday night party that delivers on its name. Lots of cute dancing boys and top DJs. How are you enjoying the night so far?
Honestly, fab! The crowd keeps growing every week, and it’s quickly becoming the spot to get classically cruisey and bring home a piece of trade you’ve never seen before.The crowd is hot AF, and no one has their phones out unless they’re filming the gogo boys’ group number. Its very Magic Mike up in the club at BOYS. I clearly have a stripper fetish. I grew up around them. Also, I DJ at BOYS for the first set, so I’m having fun myself, too.
Do you get to DJ as often as you like these days?
Honestly the 3 Dollar Bill the Producer Hat has gotten tighter on me... so no. DJing is my favorite thing to do. It’s how I got to where I am now. But it comes in waves. I wish other promoters would book me to guest DJ; I don’t do that much anymore. Although, "busy" is an understatement for me right now.
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3 Dollar Bill is such an interesting space. How did it come to be that you’re the event producer there?
Well, I came to see the space for my Halloween party... and while I was doing so I became very fond of Brenda the owner, and we quickly became the best of friends. She expressed some concern over the space--that it was so vast and beautiful, but nothing was happening--so I decided to step in and help. 
The partnership thus far has been unreal. I knew I could do everything I always wanted to at 3 Dollar Bill. I’ve just now started to scratch the surface with my, ideas for 3DB.
There is a lot that can be done with the space! It’s a huge cavernous dungeon, but also there’s a giant stage with great tech, and additionally an outdoor space. What is, like, the craziest thing that comes to mind, i.e. something that you’ve always wanted to try and can maybe be done there?
We’re doing an immersive theatre show in January and February from Neon Coven. And MARY is going to start a new production in the giant Club Room as Mary Presents, an immersive club / bar experience where the cast is at the party but also a part of the scripted show. But being that we also have live music venue capabilities, I have BIG plans with some huge performers doing full concerts. I have massive plans for World Pride, but I have to keep those hush for now.
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Lo and behold, 3DB will be the home of a Westgay revival on December 29th, starring Alyssa Edwards. Westgay was your Mona Lisa! 2018 has been all about revivals in pop culture, with nightlife being no different... Wigstock returned this summer, too! What made you want to bring back Westgay now?
The best part of my job is helping young producers with their ideas and help turn their events into larger scale forms. In doing so, it was hard to book a Tuesday night; no one was brave enough to do so. WestGay was a Tuesday night, and I posted a Facebook post that said "Can’t anyone up-and-coming do another WestGay?" and some commented "W3STGAY at 3 Dollar Bill?” A light bulb came on.
Ack! Are you excited for the return? A little nervous, maybe?
Very Excited. Like I said before, I get nervous before anything I do. Putting yourself out there is the name of the game, though. But more than the nerves, I’m excited because it feels like a true family reunion.
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You were involved as an event producer with a club in BK called Lovegun a few years ago that lots of people remember fondly, but sadly didn’t last. Did you learn a lot from that experience as far as how to make 3DB work?
Yeah... not bring Manhattan to Brooklyn.
That’s true! No matter how much time passes, those scenes are still two distinctive worlds! And in my fledgling work as an event producer, I find it sooooo hard to get friends to break their cycles and travel to “new” neighborhoods.
That was one of the most major problems with 3DB when it first opened. It felt like a Manhattan club landed in Brooklyn, and demanded its revenue and support with no real attachment to the community. My entire career is about not only honoring Manhattan, but also Brooklyn and surrounding hoods... so just New York as a whole. My approach above all else is having this space be a gift to Queer Brooklyn. Its stage, its dancefloor... it’s Brooklyn's, but everyone's invited.
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These days, we’re all a bit furious, scared and hypersensitive thanks in big part to this administration and its open hostility to the queer community and minorities. Has any of that effected how you go about things, or changed your role as an event producer in any way?
I think everyone feels anxiety because as a queer community we may lose our rights, our people are being threatened and some even hurt or murdered. Honestly, I blame Hollywood. Hollywood created a false and dangerous narrative that everything has a happy ending, and since we’re not experiencing that we can feel that pain in our gut right now due to all of this shaky, racist and chaotic rhetoric. Also, it was Hollywood that brought this reality shit show of a president to us, too. It’s affected my business because people are feeling more confrontational than ever. So in some ways, what I do in creating spaces is punk rock, which in turn feels celebratory of just being queer... but conversely within the community it has somewhat made it segregated.
The only other way I can think of how the administration and the world in general have changed my event production is that my social media presence has been more conscious. It feels a lil’ strange to witness wildfires in California or massive shootings across the country, and then beg people to come to my weekly Rager. It feels so disingenuous. So I try to express words out of love and good intention. I like to talk about my sobriety, help young people get a jump start on professionalism, and treat others with kindness and respect. The coolest thing you can do right now is be an incredible neighbor.
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One thing that’s surprisingly inspired the Right to rage is young children’s exposure to drag--either in Drag Queen Story Hour, or the kids themselves doing drag. Desmond is Amazing is one of the higher profile kid drag stars, and your showcasing them on Saturday at 3DB! 
Desmond is a showgirl. It’s gonna be a great show, and that’s what I love. And I honor the hard work they put in, and what hard work their mother puts in, too. The performance is happening a lot earlier than my usual 2AM showcase. 
I’m more focused on getting Desmond's rider right, with crackers, berries and Coca Cola. Everyone seems really obsessed with Desmond's rider. Capri Sun and Sour patch kids.
That is a pretty great rider!
Its not much different than my rider, honestly. Most riders are just sugar.
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is it weird to set up these big weekend nights at 3DB when you are basically competing with yourself, like with Metrosensual in the same general hood?
The way that I set up 3DB on Saturdays is when it’s MY production, like WestGay or Club Whoa, I make sure the target audience is specific for each space. Metro is a bar party and always always will be bangin’ and busy... and the reasonable cover is always $5-10. 3DB is a club experience with a higher cover, and frankly the demographic is very different. If you like the DRAMA, go to 3DB... but if you like less aggressive vibes but still wanna dance and get laid on a Saturday night, go to Metro. It’s no different than one club night having two rooms with two different DJs and sound systems... these rooms just happen to be a few miles from one other. 
Understood!  And finally: will [*pop star’s name redacted*] perform at 3 Dollar Bill in 2019?
Real T? I don’t really see her. Perhaps it’s something I should explore, but I just don’t get it.  I’m just mystified about her appeal. I just need someone to explain it to me. Maybe it’s a Kardashian thing? I think people find comfort in simple ideas. Thank you, Frankie!
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Frankie Sharp produces MARY at Club Cumming (monthly Tuesdays, 9pm), BOYS at REBAR (Fridays, 10pm), Metrosensual at Metropolitan Bar (Saturdays, 10pm) and events at 3 Dollar Bill throughout the week. Check Thotyssey’s calendar for a full schedule of his events and appearances, and follow Frankie on Facebook and Instagram. 
Previously: Frankie Sharp (3.17.2018)
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Yuletide Letter
hi author! i’m vixen - UnderSnowVixen on Ao3. this’ll be my first yuletide :0
i like worldbuilding, especially around religion, government, and language; religion in general; change in government over time; character studies; explorations of close relationships; post-canon settings; canon divergence; crossovers, especially characters from one canon visiting or joining another canon; gender weirdness and exploration; POV outsider, especially with OC POV; Epistolary fics, especially through paperwork or (transcripts of) broadcast media; unusual formats in general; paperwork in general; political or legal comedy; fluff and comfort; temporary death/revival; travel, especially vagrancy or space travel; finding home in another; hope in the face of doom, be it futile or successful; complicated politesse; memory and its fallibility; storytelling; immortality and all that come with it, especially the gender of immortals; ensemble pieces; growing apart and fighting or accepting that; place-as-character; haunted, wrong, or angry places; liminal spaces; play and joy in terrible times; exploration of inhumanity, real or perceived; what it means to be a “good person” and worries over that; morality; conversations about music and art; prairies, forests, and lakes; things that live in those places, be it human, animal, or other; explorations of advancements in technology and how that affects personal lives; color and light; fables and fairytales, especially those that aren’t as well known; being trapped by snow or other weather; beauty in imperfection; existentialism; and what death means in different cultures
you can write your fic in french if you’d prefer!
DNW for all canons: works that would be tagged Explicit for any reason (mature is fine); references to COVID (other illnesses or even pandemics, even real, are fine); human, no power, highschool, or modern AUs; gender bending without trans readings; crossovers with RPF fandoms; bad endings; or podfic
Kino no Tabi | Kino's Journey - Keiichi Sigsawa (Kino & Hermes) : i love this canon for two big reasons: one is the exploration of cultures or individuals from an outsider’s point of view, and the other is the exploration of gender and identity through various cultures or personal lives. this is also a very existentialist canon, which i adore.
Kino no Tabi lends itself well to two of my favorite things: crossover - i’d pretty much read any crossover with it, even if i’d never even heard of the other fandom! - and outsider POV. Kino is a perfect outsider POV character, but often an outsider’s perspective on Kino can be more interesting. what does your favorite world think of vagrancy? what would Kino think of that world in turn? alternatively, make up an entirely new country for them to visit. a lot of canon countries are based on fables or psychology or philosophy problems, but they can be based on pretty much anything! as long as it’s something different for Kino to see i’ll be happy with it!
Kino is often read as nonbinary and i personally headcanon Hermes to be nonbinary too, but Kino and Hermes have never come across another nonbinary person in their travels. What would their time in a country that explicitly recognizes nonbinary people be like?
any pronouns are fine for Kino, play up the confusion! please do not use it/its pronouns for Hermes though, even from characters who wouldn’t know better. anything else is fine. no ships with Kino, please, Kino is transient. ships without Kino are fine, but of course shouldn’t be the focus.
Dr Cataclysm (Webcomic) (Agrippa & Melon) : if youre here for a different canon and haven’t read this... do so. its pretty short and its free. it’s also by the guy who made Off if that’s a drawing point. find it here.
give me some wholesome found family slice of life and i’ll love you forever. agrippa and melon need a break!! give them a nice dinner or something!! i don’t super ship but tossing in some agrippa/crocodile could be fun. or everyone!! just have agrippa and melon host everyone for a nice dinner. janos can be there as long as he’s chill.
alternatively... that last issue sure is somethin huh. what do you think happened? a where-are-they-now would be fun. i have my ideas, but what are yours?
if the crocodile girl shows up, don’t hurt her!!! she’s just a sick little girl she doesn’t need more stress :(
Moon Knight (Comics) (Marc Spector) : marc :( i love him but hes had such a hard time! (especially lately!!!) you could give him a nice day :) he’s honestly pretty chill despite all the uh... divine annoyances and mercenary tendencies, i’m sure there’s a few people he could just hang out and enjoy company with.
orrrr you could... make his day worse? :))) so many people hate this man, half the time he’s on a team he’s belittled constantly. what’s that like? i love ensemble pieces, if you stick him on a team or with a couple loners and explore their relationship that would be fun. what do people marc works with think of Khonshu? i’m a big fan of suprise revivals, and marc dies... so often.
marc is also really fun to shove into crossovers, and has a built-in excuse for it with Khonshu! part of his whole deal is he 1. is adaptable and 2. just Does Not Give Up. this means he will survive in any world you stick him in or die trying. and then get up and keep trying.
my favorite runs are v2 (1985) and v5 (2015-16) (the first half of v5 is really good), as well as his time with the WCA and the Secret Avengers. i also really liked contagion and conan serpent war despite their... debatable canon. i don’t really know what’s going on with the most recent avengers run.
don’t be weird about his mental illnesses. if you write Khonshu, i like Khonshu-as-God 10000% more than Khonshu-as-delusion and he should be an asshole, but in a lot of the more recent comics he’s just cruel which is :(. please keep to the asshole god side of things as opposed to a cruel god. the 2019 annual and conan serpent war have my favorite Khonshu characterizations. My Explicit-rating ban is lifted for this canon, but only for extreme violence and death.
Nuclear Throne (Video Game) (Yung Venus) : what’s his deal?? he’s a really comical character and probably has the least Bad Stuff going on with him in canon, but he’s still a god of money of all things. what does that mean in a world where currency is extinct? what does being a gun god mean when everyone has guns? is he revered or ignored? i’d love a more serious exploration of YV-as-god, or of his relationships with the rest of those around the campfire.
pretty much anything goes for this canon. mind the general DNWs. My Explicit-rating ban is lifted for this canon, but only for extreme violence and death.
Pyre (Video Game) (any) : while i love the characters of Pyre, what i love more is the world. what were the Scribes like, and what do people think of them now? we know that the Triumvirates were only a tiny portion of the Downside population, what are the rest of them like?
If you’re more partial to the characters, great! i love them all! (or at least all of those who were nominated this year!!) slice of life or post-canon political comedy is the way to go. give me a missing scene from the time spent on Mount Alodiel, or show me how the new government is handling things. depending on who made it up, they either have a lot of experience or none at all!
please feel free to play around with end conditions, but one i’m fond of (and the one i got my first time through) is to liberate Hedwyn, Jodariel, Rukey, Fae, Ti'zo, Pametha, and Oralech, while sir Gilman, Volfred, Bertrude, all non-Nightwings, and the Reader(+Sandra) remain. i tend to use Fae, Mae, or Gae for the moontouched girl but any name is good! i also tend to not give my Readers names, but if you’d like to go right ahead :)
please nothing with Manley, Lendel, or Brighton unless it’s an ensemble piece. no jodariel/ignarius.
thank you !!!!
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Okay so Tony Awards 2017:
I could write a huge paper about this year's awards, but I'm just gonna bullet a few problems I had with this year and get it over with before I become a crazy rant-blogger about musical theatre. Diana's List of Things That Sucked At The Tony Awards This Year: 1. The weird-ass song choices for the musical performances. Okay; so; traditionally, all of the musicals nominated for best musical/revival of a musical get to perform at the Tony Awards. As to be expected, every cast pulls out their best to showcase the overall emotional tone of the entire musical. It's supposed to entertain, yet encompass everything. And yet, for some reason, it felt like (almost) nobody knew what the hell they were doing when deciding on music for this year. To illustrate my point, I'm gonna compare the musical performances from the 2016 Tony Awards to this years and point out the weird difference in song choices. Some Select Numbers from the 2016 Tony Awards: 1. Yorktown (Hamilton): the ending of the first third of the show, encompasses the musical style, choreography, and the strong ties to history while showing off as much of the cast as possible. 2. Mysterious Ways/ I'm Here (The Color Purple): a mash-up of two very powerful songs that convey the unity of the cast and the strength of the main heroine, even if one was a ballade. 3. Opening Up/ She Used To Be Mine (Waitress): a more pop/folk based show, comprised mostly of a very heavy and emotional ballade that, while not flashy, was very very raw and touched on the emotion of the show. 4. You're In The Band (School of Rock): does it's best to showcase the musical talents and abilities of the child actors, which are impressive, while also having a ton of fun with the audience. All of these performances were engaging, entertaining, and served to best demonstrate the musical they were presenting. Now, to compare, the musical performances of 2017: 1. Penny in My Pocket (Hello, Dolly): A simple, one-man comedy number to represent a huge-ass, beautiful Golden-Age musical with a monstrous cast. 2. I'd Give My Life For You/Exodus (Miss Saigon): a huge, gigantic, practically operatic tragedy, muddled by a very confusing introduction and execution that left myself and the other people watching with me very confused as to what was happening onstage. 3. Seeing You (Groundhog Day): a quirky, funny, modern-day musical presents its slow, emotional romantic ballad. The shift in presentations this year was...weird. It felt like people kept presenting numbers and songs that didn't fully encompass the shows themselves. And, as a result, I struggled to sit through a lot of them. 2. Impressions Kevin, you would've been a fine host. You just kept beating a dead horse; there's no need to pull out impressions and beat the poor dead horse more; just be your funny self. 3. Dear Evan Hansen Okay; I get it. The show is good. It's very good. It really echoes Next To Normal and similar shows, it invokes a powerful message and emotions and, as a result, it's a critical darling. That being said. Once again, it felt like a majority of the top awards were going to Evan Hansen instead of a fair division, ESPECIALLY since so many people discussed how even the playing field was for this year's awards. I'm honestly so damn happy Come From Away won for best director, because it was at least something different and unique. Dear Evan Hansen was a wonderful, well-deserving show and cast, but it did feel like there was some snubbing. Other than that...it was alright. I'd give it a 6/10. Rant over. Take it with a grain of salt. Or politely debate me. I'm done; back into the world of literature I go.
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Hit or Miss? ~ 2017 Tony Noms
It needs to be addressed - where did the American Theatre Wing go right and wrong this season? There’s been a lot of frustration and confusion about some of the categories, but I think they really did their best in such a wonderfully competitive season. It’s honestly a blessing that our big complaint is how many incredible shows they didn’t have more room for. Definitely better than the alternative. Anyway, in some major categories, here are my thoughts:
Best Play: I was only able to see Sweat of those in this category, but find it hard to imagine a show topping it. I’ve heard wonderful things about all, especially Oslo, so I may be surprised come June 11. HIT.
Best Musical: This was a toughie. Many wonderful shows left out. But to be completely honest, it’s clearly going to be DEH, so does it even matter...? HIT.
Best Revival of a Musical: My heart is torn between Falsettos and Hello, Dolly!. I’m sure Dolly will win, but Falsettos just has a special place in my heart. HIT.
Best Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role in a Musical: I’m surprised Corey Cott isn’t nominated for Bandstand. I always knew he could sing, but was shocked by how incredibly the man acted his ass off in that show. A real bummer, but the category has unbelievable talent all over the place, and Ben’s got this one in the bag if we’re being honest. HIT.
Best Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role in a Musical: I'm a little disappointed by this category this year, and it’s not the American Theatre Wing’s fault. Nor is it the actresses of Broadway. Maybe it’s because there just weren’t enough exciting leading roles for women (ahem), but it seems like the only truly life-changing performance here is Bette’s. THEY TRIED.
Best Performance by an Actor in a Featured Role in a Musical: Have you ever seen so much talent in a category? I’m genuinely wondering, because if so, I need to check that out. HIT.
I’d have plenty to say about the other categories as well, but these were the opinions I really wanted to share. Overall, I’d say the American Theatre Wing was fairly on-target this year. I know there was a lot of upset over the lack of noms for shows like Bandstand and Anastasia, but I feel they did the best they could with the surplus of amazing theatre this season. It should be an amazing show, and you can bet I’ll have lots to say when it’s over! What do you think about these nominations (and the others)?
“Throw a big parade! Praises will be made! Compliments paid! It’s gonna be great, gonna be great.” -Something Rotten!, “Bottom’s Gonna Be on Top”
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Dogs Against Romney – The Dog Atop Mitt Romney’s Car Controversy
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Dogs Against Romney – The Dog Atop Mitt Romney’s Car Controversy
As one of the most popular politicians of the last decade, Mitt Romney’s used to being in the spotlight. However, there’s one incident that has always seemed baffling to a lot of people: in 1983, he traveled for 12 hours with his dog on top of his car.
And given our collective love for dogs, this incident became a huge point of discussion during Romney’s ill-fated 2008 and 2012 Presidential campaigns. Honestly, the fascination with the episode highlights our tendency to look outside politics in our voting decisions.
Due to this, this article will discuss the impact this incident had on both elections and all the consequences Romney faced that stemmed from this ill-fated decision. However, before we dive into this strange impactful event, we need to recap who Mitt Romney is and why this became such a national story?
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Who is Mitt Romney?
Born into a very ambitious family with parents who were both politicians, George and Lenore Romney, Mitt was destined to follow the same path. He spent most of his childhood life in Bloomfield, Michigan being raised in the Mormon faith that he would later be primarily associated with during his political career.
He furthered his association with his faith when in “July 1966, he began a thirty-month stint in France as a Mormon missionary, a traditional rite of passage in his family.” After completing his 2 ½ year Mormon mission in France, he continued onto college at Brigham Young University where he met his wife, Ann Davies, and got BA in English.
After BYU, he moved onto the prodigious Harvard University where he received “a joint JD–MBA… in 1975.” Then, he surprisingly took himself out of the political arena by becoming a management consultant and“ in 1977 secured a position at Bain & Company”.
At Bain & Company, he rose through the ranks and eventually became the Chief Executive Officer (CEO). In doing so, he helped the company come out of the depths of financial ruin.
After all his success in the business world, Mitt decided it was time to enter the family business of politics and put himself in the 1994 race for U.S. Senator in Massachusetts. As his father and mother did before him, he chose to represent the Republican Party.
After losing the 1994 race to Ted Kennedy, Romney kept himself away from the political world for a couple of years. However, he couldn’t stay away for long, and with a successful stint as President and CEO of the then-struggling Salt Lake Organizing Committee for the 2002 Winter Olympics, Romney was back in the game.
He used all the positive momentum gained from his experience at Salt Lake Organizing Committee to revive his political career. Romney targeted the 2002 Governor race in Massachusetts and ended winning the election defeating Shannon O’Brien.
Despite bringing forth positive changes as Governor, he didn’t seek re-election in 2006. Instead, he switched his focus toward a more prominent, loftier goal: becoming President. In doing so, Romney fought valiantly for the 2008 Republican Presidential Nomination, but it went to Senator John McCain.
Unlike before, the loss didn’t discourage Romney from continuing his political career. In fact, he immediately turned his attention to securing the 2012 Republican Presidential Nomination the moment McCain lost the Presidential election.
And this time Romney was successful in getting the Nomination setting up a race between him and Barack Obama to see who’d be the next President. But again, things didn’t turn as expected for Romney and he was defeated by Obama losing both the electoral college and the popular votes.
Now, that you’ve got a recap of Romney’s life and career, it’s time we examine what exactly happened and the consequences of the dog incident back in 1983.
Dogs Against Romney
During both his attempts at becoming president, Romney was met with heavy criticism regarding an incident back in 1983 with his dog named Seamus. It was used by his opponents to diminish his reputation in the eyes of the voters, and it worked to perfection. Honestly, one of the oddest tactics ever put into play during an election, but a successful one nonetheless.
For example, it spawned a common phrase/group, “Dogs Against Romney,” that was used to promote the beliefs of anti-Romney voters. In fact, it’s often regarded as one of the most successful anti-Romney campaign efforts.
The Incident
In 1983, Mitt Romney and his family took a 12-hour trip up to Romney’s parents’ house in Beach O’Pines, Ontario. This seems like a normal occurrence except for all 12 hours their dog, Seamus, was in a kennel strapped to the top of their station wagon.
As you would expect, poor Seamus got sick along the trip with a severe case of diarrhea. In response, Romney proceeded to stop the car, wash Seamus and the kennel, and put Seamus back inside the kennel on top of the vehicle.
You’d think he’d have put Seamus somewhere else, but nope not Mitt Romney. It’s not surprising given he seems very stubborn about how he views his life. I’d imagine this stubbornness is prevalent in all aspects of his life.
Besides stubbornness, you’re probably wondering how anyone could think strapping your dog’s kennel to the top of the car is a good idea? And Romney’s rivals use this lack of logic against him to dehumanize him.
Not surprisingly, this didn’t become public knowledge until 2007 when Romney’s name started coming up in consideration for the 2008 Republican Presidential Nomination. The leaker of this incident seems to be Mitt’s son Tagg Romney, who was trying to use the story to portray his father favorably. You can see that here in this Washington Post article,“It has come to characterize the candidate — and not in the favorable way Tagg Romney hoped for when he first talked in 2007 about his family’s annual road trips.”
Another excerpt from a story published by the Boston Globe depicts the incident in a vivid and almost novelistic fashion:
“Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family’s hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon’s roof rack. He’d built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.
Then Romney put his boys on notice: He would be making predetermined stops for gas, and that was it.
The ride was largely what you’d expect with five brothers, ages 13 and under, packed into a wagon they called the ”white whale.”
As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ”Dad!” he yelled. ”Gross!” A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who’d been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.
As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management”
After reading that excerpt, I don’t see how Tagg Romney thought it’d be a good story to share with the press, however, for some reason he did. And as you’ll see in the sections below, this decision had a profound impact on both of Romney’s Presidential candidacies.
Election in 2008
Only months before Seamus would become a political icon, on February 13, 2007, Mitt Romney informed the world he intended to run for President. At this point, the discussion around was solely about his Mormon faith and how “he has been trying to buff up his credentials with conservatives, leading some critics to accuse him of changing his positions in anticipation of a White House bid.”
He intended to run on the basis of family being, “ the foundation of America — and that we must fight to protect and strengthen it. I believe in the sanctity of human life. I believe that people and their elected representatives should make our laws, not unelected judges.”
In other words, he was trying to appeal to the ordinary human being. Romney was trying to show the world he could relate, even though, he grew up very comfortably. However, his whole platform would crumble under the weight of a story about a dog.
Boston Globe Article Released
In June 2007, the cat was let out of the bag on the infamous Romney dog incident with the release of the before mentioned Boston Globe article. According to the article, “the incident was pointed to as an example of Romney’s emotion-free crisis management style.” Of course, this backfired badly as most people only cared about the safety of the dog and viewed,“the mode of canine transport the dog was subjected to as unnecessarily callous and cruel.”In his quest to win the favor of the common man, he forgot who’s a man’s best friend, their dog.
Romney’s Response
And his response to the public outcry, “They’re not happy that my dog loves fresh air” wasn’t effective in curtailing the public’s outrage. This wasn’t the only cringe-worthy response from the Romney family, as his wife Ann, jump into the conversation with a blog posted on the Five Brothers Blog.
A highlight quote from the blog post,“Surprise, surprise, the media didn’t get the dog story right. Our dog Seamus rode in an ENCLOSED kennel, not in the open air”, makes me think Ann Romney didn’t fully understand why people were mad.
Yes, Seamus in the open air would be much worse than being in an enclosed kennel, but an enclosed kennel strapped to a car roof isn’t safe either. As you would expect, people didn’t receive this response relatively well either.
In fact, many were trying to see if Romney broke any animal cruelty laws with his actions. Articles like this one from TIME magazine kept popping up debating whether or not what he did to Seamus was considered cruel.
The consensus seems to side with the notice of his actions being cruel. As seen in the TIME article, “Massachusetts’s animal cruelty laws specifically prohibit anyone from carrying an animal “in or upon a vehicle, or otherwise, in an unnecessarily cruel or inhuman manner or in a way and manner which might endanger the animal carried thereon.” I’d think poor Seamus trapped on top of a station wagon would fall into this description of endangering the animal.
And the “officer for the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals [who] responded to a description of the situation saying “it’s definitely something I’d want to check out” would probably agree with me.
All in all, the real damage this incident would have on Romney’s career wouldn’t wholly take shape until the 2012 Election because he failed to get the bid in 2008. See, he no longer mattered; therefore, the story went away until he became relevant again.
And sadly for Mitt Romney, the story would cause him a plague of issues once again in his 2012 Presidential campaign. In fact, this story only made matters worse as it aged.
The Election in 2012
After receiving the Republican Presidential Nomination, the scrutiny around Romney increased. And with the increase of attention, the old story about Seamus came back to haunt Romney for the second time.
As you would expect, several columnists tried to use this story to discredit Romney’s run for President. For example, Lanny Davis from Fox News wrote this article based around this very premise. In the article, Davis writes the following, “But when I read the story recently in greater detail about what Romney did to his Irish Setter, Seamus, that struck me as more than heartless — it struck me as downright cruel.”
This reaction from Davis pinpoints how destructive this story was to Romney’s run. Think about it like this, as Davis articulates, “There are more than 78 million Americans who own one or more dogs — about two out of every five households”. I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility that more than half those 78 million Americans would feel the same as Davis or me. It made Romney seem inhuman, it essentially dehumanized him in the eyes of many. The man who built his whole campaign about relating to the common man became unrelatable. It was a death blow to his Presidential aspirations.
However, people were trying to defend Romney such as Washington Post columnist Ruth Marcus who wrote, “I’m not much of a Romney fan, but I don’t think what he did to Seamus was so terrible.” Her rationalization for this belief came from the fact she questioned, “Look, the guy was in a station wagon with his wife, five kids and an Irish setter. Where, exactly, was he supposed to fit the dog?”
Let’s be honest; she does have a point. However, I’d follow up by asking given how much money Mitt Romney has, why couldn’t he hire a dog sitter or someone else to drive Seamus up there? There were other, more logical, options available to Romney, and it just seems odd that putting your dog on top of your station wagon was the choice they saw most logical. In fact, it’s mind-boggling.
This feeling of questioning Mitt Romney’s sense of logic is something I share with one of his biggest rivals during the nomination phase, Rick Santorum. See, Santorum’s advisor John Brabender on CNN said “I’m not sure I’m going to listen to the value judgment of a guy who strapped his own dog on the top of the roof of his car and went hurling down the highway,” Of course, this comment was a ploy to try and weaken Romney’s bid, but it’s a premise an sane person would agree has merit.
Santorum wasn’t the only competitor to use the Seamus story to their advantage. During the Nomination phase, Romney’s adversary Newt Gingrich created a web video that used “an excerpt from an interview in which Romney discusses the now-infamous episode back in the 1980s when he strapped the family dog, an Irish setter named Seamus, to the roof his car during an extended family trip to Canada.” Although Gingrich didn’t ultimately get the nomination, his use of this excerpt shows how detrimental this story is to Romney’s reputation.
Besides his rivals for the nomination bid, Romney also faced scrutiny about Seamus from the man he eventually lose the Presidential election too, Barack Obama,. At the 98th Annual White House Correspondents Dinner, Obama showed a video making fun of the whole Seamus ordeal. His showing of this video was after several back and forths between the two campaigns in which the Republicans tried to shifted the negativity from the Seamus incident.
See, a report from “Jim Treacher of the conservative Daily Caller website unleashed a new twist in the 2012 election campaign’s dog war on Tuesday with a column, “Obama bites dog,” about how Obama tried dog meat as a child.” When the report came out, conservatives had a field day on Twitter, “with the hashtag #obamadogrecipes”. Of course, liberals responded with their own cleverness hastags and memes. Essentially, it had become a real phenomenon and it all started with Seamus.
And with the rise of social media it was only going to get worse. Honestly, the story became a much more significant factor than it was in 2008. Romney could hide from the story much more effectively in 2007 or 2008 because it wasn’t going to trend on Facebook and Twitter. But now, a site like Facebook could allow people to set up groups based around pushing anti-Romney beliefs. Several of these groups targeted the Seamus story as their way to speak out against Romney.
Protests
As these groups got more significant, they started organizing events and protests to spread their message. One of these groups, Dogs Against Romney, created by Scott Crider boasted as many as “50,000 friends on Facebook” in 2012. In doing so, they made sure to get their voice heard about Seamus struggle at every given opportunity.
For example, Dogs Against Romney set up a 30-minute rally outside the Westminster Dog Show at Madison Square Garden with the sole purpose of spreading the story of Seamus to as many people as possible. As the group’s spokesman said, “It’s important for people to understand the kind of character of this man who is running for president…It indicates the sense of entitlement that this man has — that he would impose his will like that on the family pet.” In other words, if he’s going to treat something he loves, like his family pet, cruelly, what do you think Romney’s going to do with the people he’s in charge of?
Besides Dogs Against Romney, there were other people using the Seamus story for all types of things. For example, the musical recording artist Devo released a “track entitled “Don’t Roof Rack Me, Bro! (Remember Seamus).” Obviously, inspired by the 12-hour horror show that Seamus was subjected to on that fateful trip.
Conclusion
It’s incredible how an incident that has nothing to with politics could affect the outcome of something as major as a Presidential election. It goes to show that in politics even the smallest thing can have a significant difference in how people see a politician.
In the end, Seamus finally got his revenge on his old buddy Mitt for strapping him on top of the car. I guess, karma does exist.
Source: https://pawpawlover.com/dogs-against-romney/
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