I am fourteen years old and the boy sitting opposite me is feeding me marbles. “The rain in Spain,” I say, in a thick Cockney accent, “stays mainly in the plain.” I am Eliza Doolittle for the next two hours, and a few scenes later when I reappear, elegant, wearing a bottle-green velvet gown, I hear the collective gasp of the audience.
When I was growing up, theater was a big part of my life. It gave me a chance to be someone I wasn’t; it taught me how to succeed at public speaking; it gave me an instant group of friends. My very first kiss, in fact, came from a boy playing the...
ACT ONESCENE 1
A cross-dressed HAIRY GODMOTHER enters, holding a book.HAIRY GODMOTHER
Once upon a time. . .
What? What’s the matter? You’ve never seen a hairy godmother before?
Maybe you were expecting someone -- a little different? Someone with a little less testosterone? Some sweet old grandma type with a blue cloak and a magic wand? A FAIRY godmother?
Well, news flash: that was a TYPO!
You can’t believe everything you read in fairy tales. Jack and the magic...