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Becoming Britney creators Molly Bell and Daya Curley pose carefully for a seemingly spontaneous picture. No work is actually taking place here, but the black & white photography sure gives the scene an air of importance, doesn’t it? Sometimes it pays to be a phony. We often ask ourselves “Who do we think we are? What makes us think we can write a musical?” We always end up with the same answer: We have something sarcastic and inappropriate to share…and we don’t see why we shouldn’t make our annoying, harping, sophomoric voices heard. |
Molly speaks
Molly Bell
What’s that? How did I come up with this idea about writing a musical about Britney?
Oh, well…that’s such a great story. I think I was thinking, “Hey, I run my own business, teach dance classes, try and keep a sorta clean house, and oh I’m having a baby…I should write a musical!”
Honestly, because I was having a baby, I knew my performing life would change and I need to have some sort of creative outlet. I don’t need any high falootin’ artistic endeavors in order to feel artistically challenged. This was enough. So, now I write music while my one year old sleeps upstairs. And then I sing it for him when he’s up and we dance. I don’t mean to brag…but we’re pretty cute. Of course, he could never see me in this show…that would just be wrong.
I have a very specific skill set in order to play Britney. On my special skills section on my resume I have these listed.
- I can get down with the best of them…sometimes I stop and look at myself in the mirror during class and say “wow, you’re amazing, can I be your friend?”
- I can sing out my nose.
- I can chew gum while I sing out my nose.
- I have that “Hey- you just gave birth” kind of body.
Daya speaks
Daya Curley
I always wanted to write a musical. My endeavors in silly 80′s pop and scoring student film shorts were fun, but never captured my spirit the way a good musical can. I suppose if I had more talent something would have stuck. But alas…
I became a performer late…after a lifetime of stage envy. I met Molly when we were cast together in a reading of a new show. We quickly discovered similar evil senses of humor and matching desires to treat the world like a church just waiting to be laughed in. But it was another few years before we put pen to paper.
Molly got pregnant…and she got some bright ideas. Around the same time I decided to finally change gender after a lifetime of hidden turmoil (ha ha ha). These shakeups seemed to be the impetus we both needed.
Oh, that…
Yes…I was a performer as a man. I have no plans to show up for auditions and sing “I Feel Pretty” in my baritone voice. So…what’s was a girl supposed to do? Apparently, she’s supposed to write intentionally silly and inappropriate musical theatre.
Neat.
