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Sunday, Jun. 07, 2009 | 12:00 AM
I have to ask the question, because its been drilled into my head. Can I have a definition? He looks at me like Im an idiot. After I sit back down on the bleachers, the cast sings a song called Pandemonium about how life is random and unfair. Its my favorite song in the show. Sometimes you get asked to spell cow. Sometimes you get glaucescent. The cast members spin the bleachers around. Its like being on the tea-cup ride at Disneyland.
A is for abulia.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. Just as Im feeling really comfortable up there on stage, I get called up to spell again. (By this time, just Ballard and I are left, Babcock having been eliminated on the word zuuzuu.) My word is abulia. Its a psychiatric term meaning a symptom of mental disorder involving a loss of volition.
I immediately think of Ebola. So I take a chance: e-b-u-l-i-a.
So close. But wrong. Before I leave the stage, I get three big hugs from the comfort counselor. And Im handed my runner-up prize: a juice box with a little plastic straw. The last audience member standing, Ballard, gets booted off soon afterward, but not before completely winning over the crowd. (Im not going to reveal the way in which the show gets the audience to root for that last contestant, but when youve seen the show a couple of times, you realize how immensely clever it is.) And this happy, heartfelt, beautifully sung show unfolds to its touching conclusion.
As I walk to my seat, juice box in hand, I contemplate my Broadway-touring-company debut. What a blast. Ill never forget the view from the stage, sitting directly behind a singer belting a solo as her silhouette looms in the haze of the lights. Ill never forget dancing in front of 1,500 people and not making them cringe. And Ill never forget how to spell abulia.
The columnist can be reached at dmunro@fresnobee.com or (559) 441-6373. Read his blog at fresnobeehive.com/author/donald_munro, where he has posted a photo of his beloved new juice box.