American Idiot. Kings Theatre. 30 Apr 2016

on May8 2016

Musical mayhem

I had a lucky moment the other day when I came across an advert for American Idiot – a musical based on the music of Green Day. It was on at the Kings Theatre  – so I had a look on the website to see if there was any wonderful chance that I could find a cheap ticket. And what do you know? The theatre has reduced view seating for £15 a pop. Brilliant – but only one seat in a row full of strangers.

Not one to be openly afraid of aloneness, I rose to the challenge and confidently plonked myself on the Billy-no-mates seat in the middle of two groups.

I wonder if, when people book, they deliberately leave a buffer so to speak, perhaps because they fear the spread of other people’s knees and thighs, or perhaps because they want a chair to strategically fill with coats (especially pertinent in this apocalyptic weather of snow first thing, followed by burning sun, a roll of thunder, some juicy hailstones, a bit more sun, topped off with snow. I’ve never been in, and out of, so many layers in such a small amount of time).

There I was, in the coat chair, feeling small and a bit lonely, but secretly marvelling that the view was pretty good. And then it started. People talking to me. For all this nonsense that’s spouted about the British not speaking to each other, I’d like to set the record straight. We do, all the time. We get laughed at as a nation for constantly talking about the weather (see paragraph above); it’s our national opener. We want to talk to one another, we want to be social, we want connection.

The family on one side of me were back to see the show for the second time, they’d enjoyed it so much when they’d seen it days before. How’s that for a ringing endorsement? And the couple of the other side were there as a birthday present – a surprise one – and they’d never been to a theatre before. We may have been there to see American Idiots, but in a truly British way we shared our uniqueness within a few moments of meeting. I loved that.

The show itself was okay – I embarrassed myself aplenty by not knowing many songs and failing to get a grip on the plot (could it be as simple as I thought?), but the pace and choreography were stunning. Bring on more cheaper tickets and I’ll be back every night. . .

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