Open letter to Mama Mia, the musical


The question:

Mama mia, here I go again.  My my, how can I resist you?

My answer:

I can’t.  I’ve seen the Broadway show three times and the movie twice.



Dear Mama Mia,

I recently attended a performance with my mother, on our girl’s night out.  We had fantastic seats and the air in the theater was electrified with excitement.  The soundtrack is some of the most singable music out there, so it isn’t surprising that the entire audience seemed to be mouthing the words along with the show.  Well, almost everyone.  Unfortunately our seats were right in front of a woman who insisted on loudly singing along with each and every song.  Even worse, at the end of each song, she would wildly shriek Woooo Hooo at the top of her lungs, right into my mother’s ear.  Toward the end of the show, my ultra polite mother asked her to please lower her voice.  Miss Big Mouth replied by yelling at my mother, “Wear ear plugs next time!”

I think we’d all like to sing along with the show but 99% of us had the common courtesy to respect our neighbors, so 99% of us mouthed the words, as we should have.  For that 1%, I’ve come up with a little idea that might alleviate this situation from happening again.  I’ve invented the Official Mama Mia Singing Bubble.

When patrons are entering the theater, they should be asked if they plan to sing along with the production.  If the answer is yes, they will be directed to the concession, where they will be fitted with their own Mama Mia Singing Bubble for a nominal charge.  The bubble fits comfortably over the head and is completely soundproof.

Had Lady Blah Blah been a Super Trouper and worn the bubble, I wouldn’t be writing this SOS.  I implore you to think about my invention and Take a Chance on Me.