Musicals as my Idiot Friends (Who I Love)
Yes yes, I know this has been done to death, but I couldn’t really call myself a theatre blog if I didn’t try my hand. All idiot friends have been given pseudonyms.
The biggest chaotic energy.
Takes “fight me” as a challenge.
Once wrote 80,000 words in like a week and a half.
Will cut you if you lay a finger on his friends.
No impulse control. None. Zip.
Once shaved his own head at midnight on a whim and made me livestream it.
Eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man.
Goes to a really rich private school and lowkey hates everyone there.
Speaks in sarcasm and self-deprecating jokes.
Has a very strong aesthetic and sticks to it.
More impulse control than Felix, but still not Enough.
Is secretly really soft and loves animals.
Like...has the single most German name of anyone I’ve ever met.
Owns way too many electric guitars.
Constantly having an existential crisis.
Most of his male friendships have homoerotic undertones.
Very intelligent for someone who makes incredibly bad decisions on the regular.
Wholesome. Too good for the rest of us, probably.
Wears a lot of vintage clothing and jewelry.
Presses flowers to put into the envelopes of handwritten letters (seriously).
In love with the idea of being in love.
Wears jewel-toned lipstick.
Incredible with babies and little kids, wants a big family someday.
Cooks things that taste like they came right out of a little town in an old English storybook.
