An inhibited accountant who detest musicals struggles to remain sane when he wakes up in a world where everybody sing and dance.
A rough draft. The question in my mind is what has he done to deserve such an, ironic karmic fate? His offense has got to be more than the fact he hates musicals. Why would an audience invest interest and empathy in a story where someone’s only dramatic sin his musical taste, or lack of it? (Is there a place in hell reserved for people who don’t like J.S. Bach? And another place for the billions who have never heard of him?)
It seems to me that it makes more dramatic sense for him to to hate musicals in a way that hurts someone else. And not just anyone, but someone near and dear to him, either a best friend or lover.
Thanks. I’m still kind of brain storming the idea, so nothing is set in stone.
At the moment it’s a new co-worker that either cajoles or wins a bet so he has to come along and see the off Broadway musical that the co-worker has two tickets for. I might change it to being a new next door neighbor.
I’m also having him voice his dislike for musicals in the intermission, and possibly be overheard by an actor, who sends him to the alternate reality. To top that off I’m thinking his cell phone rings during the show, and he pisses everybody off by taking the call from his boss, which I think would be linked to his goal of getting some kind of promotion.
I like the cell phone interruption — an inconsiderate nuisance everyone can identify with. Particularly if it’s a running gag in the setup, that is, something he does all the time. (I’ve been informed by reliable sources that there is a place in hell reserved for people who don’t turn off their cellphones — and it’s already packed wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling.)