Last night was the final dress rehearsal. Of course, I adored the production. I also spent some time backstage so I could let you in on some of the fun.

"Hi, I'm Fabio. I also play Count Almaviva in Opera Cleveland's upcoming production of
The Marriage of Figaro."

Remember how I
rhapsodized about supernumeraries? Well, these are them. (I think they do it for the outfits.)

Will a chicken come between the dysfunctional love of Marcellina and Bartolo? See the opera to find out! (And, yes, you
could ford a river with her hat.)

If Liberace and Phil Spector had a love child (which is not entirely implausible), it would be Philippe's Don Basilio. You have to see it to believe it.
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