A Spring Affair to Remember
I think that the CAB shows (Freshmen Follies, Biggie, and Spring Affair) are strategically placed throughout the semester, especially Spring Affair. This past weekend, if you didn’t hear about it, was Spring Affair, situated on the tail end of the semester, right as students are catching their breath before the hammer falls. Life as a college student is, well, full. Classes, jobs, assignments, projects, papers, social clubs, friends, family, and all the rest of the dozens of things that take time all clamor for attention. In the midst of this clamor, Spring Affair comes strolling along, offering a chance on a Saturday night to sit back, relax, and soak in a night of musical talent.
Decked out in fancy attire, I joined a small group of my friends before the show to snatch up some of the good seats before they were all gone. Before going in, we took some pictures, of course, and rushed in with the flood of people to get the best seats possible. Then we waited.
After a chatty half-hour passed, the night began with the emcees for the night running from the audience to the stage. Then the entire crew came out by sub-crew, each dancing, some better than others. With the entire crew dancing behind them, the two directors for the night climbed the stage steps and introduced the show, “A Spring Affair to Remember.” The crowd, hysterical with wild cheering, showered the crew with applause as they disappeared in moments, and the show began.
To say that I was blown away would be a gross understatement. With superb directing, the show ran smoothly, each act seamlessly following each other. The stage lights would fade, many crew members would hop on stage and shuffle noiselessly around preparing for the next act while the stage band performed a song. The stage lights would brighten, and the next act would begin. Between every few acts, the emcees would pop out between for a brief sketch (and to remind us they hadn’t vanished). Mouth agape like a yawning hippo and eyes wide open like a deer caught in the headlights, I watched the show unfold before me, thinking that I had seen the best act . . . until the next act. The stage band, too, performed so well, their talent unmistakably evident in the range of the vocalists and the skill of the instrumentalists who captured so many cherished songs from the past (including a personal favorite “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen). By the time intermission rolled around, I was speechless, a talkative freshmen dumbstruck by such a great night of music.
The most surprising thing of the night–more than the vast array of talent, more than the laughter, more than the chance to relax–is that the show is free every year. Am I going next year? Definitely.