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JoJo Siwa: The DREAM Tour

An hour before the hour before the doors open is a swarm of starchy hair bows breaching a concourse that cannot hold itself with the amount of JoJo Siwa costumes running along the edge of downtown city traffic.

The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert and Sullivan

Child slave labour is a boon to all, and many times over. It pays for itself after the initial orientation training and there isn’t much to leave behind in profits or sharing the loot. Far less harsh than believing in something as retrograde as reciprocal company loyalty.

Avengers: Endgame

From the ruins of a devastating defeat at the fingers of Thanos, the Avengers come around to push the narrative that collective bargaining agreements and a unionised workforce can triumph.

Willie Nelson & Family

There is something rotten in the air. A dead noise. Volume is cranked up and lips are moving at the beat of the strum. Nothing much comes from it. It is the sound of being halved and it runs the whole night.

Lexington Comic & Toy Convention 2019

Funko Pop! Vinyls are all over the place. Three booths side-by-side are guts overflowing with the generic looking figures. Turn again and another booth is chockas with the stuff. Blank eyes for all the aisles to see.

Captain Marvel

Emptiness rings out at the late night session. Nobody sidles up to plonk down in the theatre seats beside. Gone are the crowds ready to drown out the on-screen dialogue. It’s hours from midnight when the bleeding starts.

Boats Against The Current by William H. McCann, Jr.

Time keeps slipping. Life putters on and stumbling is the better part of trying to catch up. Watching it fall apart is where the audience comes to mind.

Love Letters with Meredith Baxter & Michael Gross

Coarse hacking coughs linger in the air between silences. Tension cuts itself with a dusting of deep swallowing sounds. The audience has saliva no more.

Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley

Needles of the spruce shake off and litter the base of the Christmas tree. There in the middle of Pemberley house, a cut of nature stands in a spot of water dressed for the occasion. The awkwardness is centre stage.

Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band: The Final Tour

Each souvenir booth is neck deep. At least three spot the arena with lines banking out a dozen from the table, and the same in breadth. Not a structured line in sight. Branches of arms weave up and around somewhere toward the tills. It’s a half hour from the back before a chance to see what T-shirts and other merchandise are worth the base twenty-five dollars.

Ant-Man and the Wasp

Fatigue quickly sets in when there is a lack of rest, of some kind, between the long stretches of going all out. Taking off half the day to run errands is a respite worth acknowledging for being necessary in framing a cumulative narrative.

Deadpool 2

Wild abandon is part of a healthy disregard and distrust for authority. The Merc with a Mouth shovels it deep and shovels it fast to explore what it means to be responsible for living such a lavish life borne of hiding the true cost of consequences.

Rosies: The Women Who Riveted a Nation by Amber Frangos

Between the scenes the lights go black save for a lamp on a desk. In the back corner is a man looking over notes over glasses. This is not a part of the play, and he is no manager of the factory. A mere trick of the light.
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