Life would just be so much more fun if you lived in the middle of a musical don't you think? It would sure liven up an otherwise boring day of errands.
The men and women at the recycling centre would be cheerily tossing and clinking wine bottles in time as they sang, folks at the library would be singing in a cheeky whisper, until a saucy librarian in glasses popped up with a theatrical but kindly "sssssshhhh".
As you stood in the queue at the post office, gradually, one by one the people in the line would start tapping their foot, then clicking their fingers, before peeling off one to the left, one to the right to perform a fantastic dance routine.
A walk down Tutanekai St could be a whole musical number in itself. The waiters on Eat Streat would be jinking between tables, spinning their trays and leaping legs akimbo on to diners' tables as we sing our orders to them.
As we passed Pukaki St the lawyers and accountants would be striding three abreast in their suits, swinging their briefcases, before one steps forward to sing an authoritative solo. Past the courthouse - cue a West Side Story-style scene.
Some may want the City Focus removed, but then where would the big dance scenes be held in our imaginary CBD musicals? Those loitering youth would be breakdancing, as Michael Jackson's Bad plays from speakers in the sky. The hairdressers would stream outside singing into their hairbrushes, while the tourists sitting outside Starbucks would abandon their coffees to join in.
As a grand finale we'd run through the fountains outside Central Mall getting wet, but without a care in the world. We'd hold hands and bow as the imaginary crowds cheered.
Such fun.
Hold on, no one else ever imagines they're in a musical? Really?
Nah, neither do I obviously, that would just be weird.
