So, I'm watching "Dancing with the Stars" and Michael Flatley (from "Lord of the Dance" fame) is a guest judge. I am reminded of this story.
Meghann, Aimee and I were at EPCOT at Disney World in Orlando. I was hugely fat then, 100 pounds more than now, and couldn't walk so rode on one of the Electronic Convenience Vehicles (ECV). Tooling around EPCOT, we usually ate our way around and loved it.
Michael Flatley and his Lord of the Dance was performing at the American Pavilion that week and we were really looking forward to seeing them. The line was unbelievably long!, but being in the wheelchair, I knew we'd get a great seat even if we had to wait a long time.
While in line, Meggie went to get us some Kaki Gori (Japanese sno-cones) from the Japanese Pavilion and we ate those, my dripping the red down my shirt, staining it forever. It was hot!
Finally, we were able to get into the amphitheater and zoom, zoom, there we are about 5 rows from the front - and right in the middle! Great seats!
The show starts and the tap, tap, tapping of the dancers is... odd? amusing? really, really different than anything I had seen before! I am reminded of Chandler in "Friends" when it is disclosed that Michael Flatley's Lord of the Dance squicks him because it looks like the dancers' legs are going to leave their bodies and dance on their own. It was like that!
And so loud!! The tapping, the music... it was just the loudest show I had seen since AC/DC.
Until the delicate Irish lass took the stage... and began singing the most beautiful ballad. Laaaaa laaaa Laaaa LAAAA!!! Her soprano voice was so lovely.
And then, for god's sake, there was feedback. In all the shows I had ever been to at Disney, NEVER had there been feedback! That poor soprano, having to contend with the screeching noise while the tech geeks worked to end it as quickly as possible.
I watched the crowd looking around, some covering their ears... the feedback was the worst. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I see a Cast Member threading through the crowd... and... heading towards me? I looked behind me to see what was going on, but he walked right to me.
While the soprano still sang her heart out and the feedback droned on, the Cast Member leaned over and said, "Ma'am? Can you get your belly off the ECV's horn?"
I leaned back about a quarter of an inch and the "feedback" stopped.
Oh. My. God.
Meghann, Aimee and I started laughing and couldn't stop. I was never so glad to have clomping half-bodied stompers drown out our hysterical laughing!
To this day, whenever anyone hears the name "Michael Flatley" - the kids or Sarah will call me and say, "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppppp."