The more I think about this—and I have not done much of that thinking, to be honest, for oh so many Reasons—the more I think that the best way to get through this era—which thankfully only goes through the Dublin run of the tour, if I remember correctly—is to hope that Killian neither aims for the oily ~sexy nonsense some Phantoms attempt, all handsy with themselves and tiptoeing through the mist, nor even attempts the mid-level smooth stylings of let us say JOJ, but just GOES FOR IT and hurls himself into full-on BATSHIT CRAZY MASK TO THE WALL NO SCENERY LEFT UNGNAWED Earl! Carpenter! Phantom, because that would at least be entertaining as hell. Ah, well. Potatoi toi toi, and all that.
Also, I’m mildly regretting not arranging for a life-size cutout of this as a first preview night gift:
Because the Vicomte de County Meath thinks this is hilarious.
