The title says it all.
This is the name of the game, the ultimate goal in performance, the quintessential quality of those worthy of "making it." Though, it's kind of a weird title if you really think about it. TRIPLE THREAT! It sounds like what you'd be labeled if you just went through airport security and not only did you put your liquids in a gallon ziplock instead of a quart-sized bag, you also attempted to smuggle aboard finger nail clippers and a leaf blower. Call the TSA! We've got a code red Triple Threat!! Cheesy joke? Yes.
Anyways, we all know that to be a triple threat requires you to sing, dance, and act...well...and at the same time. And that is where the fun part comes in. On paper, it seems easy enough: just produce the notes, do the steps, and make pretty character faces, right? We know better.
The Triple Threat performer is a veritable paradox who is able to defy all logic with their RIDICULOUS talent. Don't believe me? I've got two words for you. Jellicle. Ball. Oh yea. I may not be a huge fan of Andrew Lloyd Webber but over Thanksgiving I had the privilege of seeing two of my best friends in their final rehearsals of CATS before the tour left NYC for tech week. Jellicle Ball, for those that aren't familiar with the show, is a group number where almost every cat in the cast comes on stage for a good 10-15 minutes of solid dance...and I'm not talking jazz squares and spirit fingers. This sequence makes you tired just watching it. Holy. Crap. Spandex, faux fur, and cat tails flying everywhere! I wanted a water break afterward and I didn't move from my seat.
