Rules
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I will never sing in a show that I compose. Ever.
I will never sing in a show with a mic.
I will never sing a male role.
I will never take vocal advice from someone who can't sing.
You will never sign me to any representation. No talent groups can buy in.
You will never assign any song of mine to another show again.
You will not persuade me to be a professional singer-actor. Only occasional.
Barbara will not persuade me to join in. It doesn't work like that: I'm the great writer. You're the pricks who can't make a decent rhyme or melody.
No discussion of why I'm anti-Cameron. He's a creep: everyone hates him.
My voice is not your property. My body is not your property. My songs aren't either.
Stop asking me to sing shows that I think are terrible. It's a waste.
Stop hoping that Sondheim is the key to getting me into the West End etc.
No stupid pops concerts. They're not the same as the real thing*.
Final point: Why should those who can't make money and decisions instead of us who can? Shouldn't people who can actually do the skills decide what a musical is? Paul hired me to write songs. He's backing shows that I've written. Our Sunday is a lark. Yours is the overbloated piece of cynicism. You are not allowed to make further offers at this point. Consider the topic closed. Paul also picked me to understand his song catalogue. I'm signing with MPL. *If you like the old songs, then do the old shows. Licence them from MPL, MTI etc.

This Is It is literally a portrait of Michael Jackson being murdered by the powers-that-be. That was his one last, final tour. Didn't have his regular team. Didn't have Jane: got killed. Sunday is something that the old Beatles and young Swifties can both enjoy.