For a story hell-bent on making the audience wish it were the protagonists, Starlight's production of
Cinderella succeeded. It did a great job of making me wish I was a member of the ensemble - one of the nameless, nearly faceless human props. If I could be so fortunate, all I'd do is dance with an attractive member of the opposite sex, wear brilliant costumes that accentuate the better parts of my body, look happy, sad or puzzled (when appropriate), sing choruses (with not too much passion), take my bow, then pick up my paycheck after the curtain dropped.
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