It's that time of year. The lights are strung, Santa's at the mall, and Kevin's in the mood for a Christmas musical. Yes, I said musical.
Here's where I part ways with my feminine side and come out and say it. I hate musicals. I'm not anti-theatre per se. I can enjoy a good play. (And believe me, I get dragged to plenty.) But the musicals . . . Can I just ask the question that's been burning on my tongue since my first one?
Who stops life during a disaster to break out into song?
I have yet to see this happen in real life. You're pulled over by for speeding. What to do? Jump out of your car and break out into song and dance of course. A betrayal by your best friend? Show them what for with a good 'ol song. Yeah, that happens.
If I had a character do it in a book, I'm pretty sure someone would throw it across the room. Probably my editor. But I wouldn't write something like that because--AHEM--people don't do that. Maybe someone can explain to me why theatre gets away with it or maybe I'll just never get it. Either way, I have a feeling I'll be in the audience again soon.