Tanz der Vampire / Vampirok Balja: 50th show
You have to be special to randomly stumble on a 50th show of a musical, and one with a signing to boot. Fortunately, we are special.


The show was special as well. I think it's safe to say that everyone was completely high on general love for being in this show, and from the first note of Knoblauch they were off with bells on.

It was my second time seeing Sandor Nagy as von Krolock, and this time he actually controlled his performance. A little. Imagine the most petite, bouncy, impatient vampire ever, and then multiply it by three. And add magnetic, because oh, he was. Owning the stage completely, controlling every moment of the show.

Laszlo's Alfred was much less annoying this time, though while he managed some chemistry with Zsanett Andradi's Sarah, there was none between him and Herbert. Still, David Pirgel made up for it twice over in Tanzsaal, being the most impatient stroppy brat imaginable. Even though he looks about ten years older in costume than his supposed father ;)


Before the show, I wandered over to buy the new shiny programme and live CD (even though I accidentally recorded the same show that's on the CD while I was over the last time). I managed to keep my feet when the teller told me that after the show, there would be a signing upstairs.


It took an hour until they set it up, but when we were herded upstairs, it turned out there were fifteen cast members with pens at the ready. And the set designer. And his three-year-old daughter.

The first group we utterly confused were Timnea (Magda), David (Herbert) and Krisztin (third Sarah). Timnea spilled silver marker on my programme and apologised for a whole minute. David drew a fang-grin and brightened up immensely when I told him how good he was (and honestly, the wig does nothing for him - au naturel, he's got the kind of face to send a sculptor running for a chisel).

Then there was possibly a blur, and we were in front of Zsanett, then Laszlo. Laszlo signed his picture with a programme with "I'm Alfred", which reduced me to giggles once I actually read it.

Then Géza Egyházi (Krolock #1), who turned out to speak quite good English. And when we told him we've seen a lot of productions and the Hungarian was the best, he foolishly kept enquiring.

When I told him yesterday was my 27th time, his bogglement was very satisfactory :>

Again squee enveloped me in a mist of sorts (I think fyrie spent some time chatting to one of the Abronsiuses, unless it was Chagal).

I did recover in time to see Sandor Nagy getting attacked by the three-year-old. A fight to mess up each other's hair resulted, and I think the girl won, because her father pulled her back ;) Sandor - okay, Sanyi, because he's not a grown-up-name kind of guy - is utterly adorable, and another guy for whom the make-up does nothing. Out of it, he's pretty. And cute. And didn't speak much English, but still we got the points across.

(I think the fact my autograph from him says "With love!!!" is due to the corset I was wearing. His eyes were distracted a bit ;))

The complete toll for the night was 15 autographs each, including the Roten Stiefel lead dancer and the Alfred avatar. I think it's safe to say we bounced all the way home.