It's worse than his "They won't let me play Christine...I can, you know!"
It was the second evening of my trip to Seattle to see him. We were walking from the theatre to the bar to get dinner after the show.
A half a block from the stage door, we ran into the director. Hugh introduced me to him and they got to talking about that night's show. They'd had trouble with Hugh's microphone quitting and Hugh was also a bit concerned about some of the things that the soundboard was doing.
It got really technical so I wasn't following the conversation too well. After we said good night to the director, Hugh started to explain what he'd been talking about.
He started to tell me how he felt the soundboard crew was compressing his high notes and he didn't like that. He knew I didn't quite get what that meant so he started to give me an example.
Hugh: I know you've seen Les Miz...
Hugh: Yeah, well, the soundboard guys often do that to Fantine...they compress some of her notes and I think it sounds awful.
Hugh: You know the lines...*sings a little in a funny choked voice*...."As they turn your dreams to shame..."
Paula: I think I get it.
Hugh: It's not supposed to sound like that! It's supposed to....
Well, at that point, Hugh just started to sing the song right from the beginning. I mean, totally belting it out in the correct key.
I didn't know whether I should laugh at this guy in old jeans and an old leather jacket singing Fantine's sad song, be impressed by that insane vocal range, or just die of embarrassment because we were standing on the corner of a very busy downtown street.
I told him he makes an excellent Fantine...which was actually true. He was GOOD. And threatened I'd do something