#understudies

🌅And every night we’d stare up at the stars🌅

"He's kind of a dick. And not just because he doesn't have his own song, but that doesn't help either."

Chess Broadway Revival December 2025 (Matinee) - $18.75

Cast: Katerina Papacostas (u/s Florence Vassy), Aaron Tveit (Freddie Trumper), Nicholas Christopher (Anatoly Sergievsky), Hannah Cruz (Svetlana Sergievsky), Bryce Pinkham (The Arbiter), Bradley Dean (Molokov), Sean Allan Krill (Walter de Courcey), Mark Jacoby (Gregor Vassy), Kyla Bartholomeusz (Ensemble), Daniel Beeman (Ensemble), Fredric Rodriguez Odgaard (s/w Ensemble), Michael Milkanin (s/w Ensemble), Adam Halpin (Ensemble), Aliah James (Ensemble), Sydney Jones (Ensemble), Sean MacLaughlin (Ensemble), Sarah Meahl (Ensemble), Ramone Nelson (Ensemble), Michael Olaribigbe (Ensemble), Emma Degerstedt (s/w Ensemble), Aleksandr Ivan Pevec (Ensemble), Samantha Pollino (Ensemble), Regine Sophia (Ensemble), Katie Webber (Ensemble)

Notes: MP4 format. Filmed in 4K from the front right mezz. Mix of wide shots and zooms. Katerina’s debut as Florence! Her only flaw is being the center of most washout. At least when it isn’t Aaron. Or literally anyone else. The lighting of this show is not conducive to filming. Audio gets static-y maybe 3-4 time for a second or less, usually during especially loud moments of applause and cheering. Minimal general obstruction or dropouts. Occasional camera wandering downwards. NFS forever except through master and NFT through December 24, 2030.

This is your sign to stop making these kinds of TikTok. It’s gross..disgusting. I seen one about Brody this morning.

“Just give me five minutes and A hair tie”

Like what? No y’all are gross. He doesn’t even know y’all. Same goes for Jason, Brent, Daryl, etc. this fandom is out of control.

….raffinatezza….

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“Sometimes I dream of revolution, a bloody coup d’etat by the second rank—troupes of actors slaughtered by their understudies, magicians sawn in half by indefatigably smiling glamour girls, cricket teams wiped out by marauding bands of twelfth men—I dream of champions chopped down by rabbit-punching sparring partners while eternal bridesmaids turn and rape the bridegrooms over the sausage rolls and parliamentary private secretaries plant bombs in the Minister’s Humber—comedians die on provincial stages, robbed of their feeds by mutely triumphant stooges— —and—march— —an army of assistants and deputies, the seconds-in-command, the runners-up, the right-handmen—storming the palace gates wherein the second son has already mounted the throne having committed regicide with a croquet-mallet—stand-ins of the world stand up!—”