Sean Patrick Doyle

At the 'places' call of every show, our assortment of St. Tropez townsfolk and gussied-up lady birds gather behind the rose-colored show curtain and say a prayer for our bodies, voices, minds and give thanks for the gifts that we've been bestowed and the hope that we can touch someone by sharing them.

Hello all, It's Sean Patrick Doyle, your Songbird of Avignon... I know you haven't heard a chirp from me in over a week, as we've been NESTled up in the Longacre making all of the technical magic happen! And I'm happy to report that we've escaped tech week unscathed! Utterly exhausted, but unscathed! Don't quote me on it, but we very well may have set a record last week, teching a Broadway musical in a mere 3 1/2 days, and thankfully, that gave us plenty of time for cleaning and finessing.

Get out your leg warmers, ladies. We've got a case of the 'uncommon' cold.

On our very first day of rehearsal producer Sonia Friedman said, without a trace of expression on her face, 'We are British, so we don't get excited about anything... but we are quite excited about this, aren't we?' She let out a faint chuckle and looked to Menier Chocolate Factory's David Babani for a nod.

Bon soir, bon soir! Welcome to a blog about all things La Cage Aux Folles. 'What legend has told and rumour has promised, we shall do our utmost to deliver!' My name is Sean Patrick Doyle, and I'll be manning (lady-ing?) this internet outpost of our seedy little St. Tropez club. In this reinvented revival, I play Chantal, the Songbird of Avignon, one of the notorious and dangerous Cagelles! It's not just an expression in this revival... keep your hands inside your vehicle (or opera box) or you could get hurt! Those lucky enough to score seats at the cabaret tables that flank our stage are rewarded with continuous harassment from our crass gaggle of lady birds - each with a character drawn so sharply, one head isolation could leave you bleeding.