The last piece

The jacket's been purchased. All that remains is the hairstyle.

Ideas are still flying: wigs, convertible styles, caps, and the last and most incredulous one- a beret.

For the life of me, i cannot fathom dear ol' Richie with a beret perched on the top of his very evil head. Its so wicked that it should be a crime worthy of death to even think if setting that abomination upon his pate.

Till then, the hair grows on and on and on.

Plan B

The TSAs have a sure air of infallibility

or do they?

I used to think that Plan A was all we ever need.

After all, most of us are veterans, most of us could do a musical without batting an eyelid.

But yesterday proved me wrong.

We're all erring humans. We make mistakes. We mess up.

Someone who has my highest respect said, "Shit Happens"

Shit Happened.

Lines got screwed up, order of lines messed up.

and it was in front of some of the most influential ppl that's funding us.

Time for Plan B: Improvisation.

Genesis

Today sees the commence of the 2nd musical composition.

This time it'll be a vocal duet, with potential for piano or guitar solo accompaniment.

This time, it'll be a sweet, harmonious melody.

As it'll be vocals, Sibelius will not be of much use this time.

I plan to complete it and teach the 2nd vocal part to Jeremy.

Then we will record.

Almost there

Richard is finally taking shape.

Chilli red high-cut converse? Check

Dark blue skinny jeans? Check

Plain white tees? Check

Belt? Check

Fake earring? Check

The only remaining pieces to the whole:

Wet-look jacket (found it)

K-pop hairstyle (Lord save the hairdresser)

Lots and lots of eyeliner & makeup (which can be settled on the day itself, thanks to Joshua, Michelle & Sarah)

But the one irritating thing is that I can only emulate, copy, but not feel. I can mimic Richard, but I do not know him, his motives, his mind. What goes on in there, no one knows for sure.