5 more days to NS and counting…
RED-THREADED HEARTS the Musical
*Premiere*
8:00pm
TJC Auditorium
Tickets at S$7.50
CREATIVE TEAM
Book MEGAN CHIA
Songs MEGAN CHIA, WILFRED CHUA, AUGUST LUM
Orchestrations and score AUGUST LUM
PRODUCTION TEAM
Directors MEGAN CHIA, VELLACHI
Producers MEGAN CHIA, VELLACHI
Music Director AUGUST LUM
AV/Technical VELLACHI
Logistics VELLACHI
Art and Design JEREMY TAY, JANE WONG
THE CAST (in order of appearance)
Johnson CHEONG ENG TAT
Anusha SARITA MISIR
Lucy MELISSA TAN
Fabius ROHAIZATUL
Funeral Directress MEGAN CHIA
Rodney LIN WEIDONG
Nana SIM SUE ANN
Drunk Custs 1, 2, 3 MR MICHAEL THOMPSON, MR STEVEN HUNTER, MR CHARLES ELWIN
Lee Yean DEBBIE
Pallbearers
THE ORCHESTRA
Flute HUANG YUANLING
Oboe LUIS TEO
Clarinet HOWARD TONG
Alto Saxophone GOH-MAH LU THER
Bassoon TAN BAOWEN
Trumpet CHONG LOO KIT
Percussion DERRICK LIM, JESSICA CHOI
Guitar AARON QUEK
Keyboard GERALD LIM
Violin I AMY SEE, CHEN HUIWEN
Violin II LEE PEIYING, ESTHER OGAWA
Viola REBECCA LEE, KWEK SHIYUN
Violoncello WONG YUSHAN, CLEMENT QUEK, PEISHAN
Double bass EMILY KOH
* * *
This wouldn’t have been on the web, but some sheet of paper that you are clutching, and as you look up, you see the orchestra below the stage. On the stage, a coffin – a funeral in progress, with Ruhan’s face staring back at you from the coffin’s photograph. To your left: the coffeeshop, where Nana serves up the beer and sings songs to entertain the customers. You laugh at some joke. You tap your feet to the songs.
It will never happen today.
All of us have dreams, but there will be factors/people who will try to end it. We’ve just gone through such an experience. We quit the show ourselves, not because we’re giving up in the face of difficulties, but we are very unhappy with the way the upper administration of the school – particularly the OM – has been treating us as we go about putting up the show.
When Megan called me recently, she mentioned that the Principal had spoken to her and asked her to submit our script and score, and she would get the students from the various PDPs to perform it for us. No way. We want to be there to supervise, and we want the show our own way, not under the hands of some rogue director/producer/music director who simply lacks the conception we have dreamed up of. And anyway the school is not worthy of holding the premiere of our musical. We’ll take it somewhere else. I can get back the same people, but to perform in the college, no-no. Perhaps we’ll take it to the University Cultural Centre, like what the creators of “Judah Ben-Hur” did. Of course the Esplanade is too far-fetched. Nevertheless there is quite an abundance of venues for our usage. As long as we have the money, and as long as the venue does not create trouble for us, or try to hamper our plans, we’ll take it.
Red-Threaded Hearts will not die. We shall rekindle the flame.
I’m revising the score now. Megan is revising the script. The 200_ version of Red-Threaded Hearts will find its way to some auditorium, and we’ll soon see the funeral and coffee shop on stage. We’ll experience the woes of love; the merry gossiping; the outrageous dance sequences…
“I don’t wanna
Talk about it
How it broke my heart…”