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What does it mean to act with humanity?
My coaching philosophy is about more than the nuts and bolts of repertoire and auditioning.
It is about allowing you the space to explore your individuality without judgement.

#acting #coaching #theater #musicaltheatre #humanity

What does it mean to act with humanity?
My coaching philosophy is about more than the nuts and bolts of repertoire and auditioning.
It is about allowing you the space to explore your individuality without judgement.

#acting #coaching #theater #musicaltheatre #humanity

What does it mean to act with humanity?
My coaching philosophy is about more than the nuts and bolts of repertoire and auditioning.
It is about allowing you the space to explore your individuality without judgement.

#acting #coaching #theater #musicaltheatre #humanity

What does it mean to act with humanity?
My coaching philosophy is about more than the nuts and bolts of repertoire and auditioning.
It is about allowing you the space to explore your individuality without judgement.

#acting #coaching #theater #musicaltheatre #humanity

I have a new Instagram page for my coaching services!
Why am I reposting this? Because I received some feedback that my design choices could be better for reading purposes, so my sister @notthatreba gave it a nice zhuzh.
I live how I coach: mistakes are not shameful, they are opportunities to learn and improve.
It would mean so much to me if you gave me a follow if you have not already (and to those who have, thank you so much!)
And if you are looking for some coaching in the thick of this audition season, give me a holler!

#acting #coaching #musicaltheatre #music #humanity

I’M RECORDING MY FIRST CAST ALBUM AND I WANT YOU TO BE A PART OF IT!

I am so excited to announce that later this summer, I will be recording the concept cast album for my musical I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! This has been a long time coming, and with my incredible producers/two of my closest friends @jreinhardtmusic and @lloydkmusic, it’s finally happening! And I am so thrilled to have so many talented friends lending their artistry to the album (some of them both musically and visually! LOOK at this UNBELIEVABLE cover art @dantejeanfelix made!)

It would mean the WORLD to me if you would donate what you can to our GoFundMe, it would mean even more if you got others to donate! Tell your friends! Tell your family! Tell your enemies and relish in the joy of seeing them do as you request! And feel free to read the very short play I wrote in the fundraiser description for all the details on the album!

The cast is STELLAR. The songs are HOT. The album is officially COMING SOON! Link in bio for the GoFundMe!!

#MusicalTheatre #NewMusic #NewMusicalTheatre #OriginalMusic #Broadway #OffBroadway #Music#Recording

The lucky 7th edition of 54/54/54.
Welcome to the club, Class of 2026!!

📸 @mundellmodernpixels

54 Songs.
54 Singers.
54 Seconds Each.

One. Week. Away.

Don't miss the Seventh Annual 54/54/54! Monday 5/4, 9:30, @54below!
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54below.org/54 for remaining tix & livestream info

54 Songs.
54 Singers.
54 Seconds Each.

One. Week. Away.

Don't miss the Seventh Annual 54/54/54! Monday 5/4, 9:30, @54below!
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54below.org/54 for remaining tix & livestream info

54 Songs.
54 Singers.
54 Seconds Each.

One. Week. Away.

Don't miss the Seventh Annual 54/54/54! Monday 5/4, 9:30, @54below!
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54below.org/54 for remaining tix & livestream info

54 Songs.
54 Singers.
54 Seconds Each.

One. Week. Away.

Don't miss the Seventh Annual 54/54/54! Monday 5/4, 9:30, @54below!
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54below.org/54 for remaining tix & livestream info

54 Songs.
54 Singers.
54 Seconds Each.

One. Week. Away.

Don't miss the Seventh Annual 54/54/54! Monday 5/4, 9:30, @54below!
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54below.org/54 for remaining tix & livestream info

54 Songs.
54 Singers.
54 Seconds Each.

One. Week. Away.

Don't miss the Seventh Annual 54/54/54! Monday 5/4, 9:30, @54below!
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54below.org/54 for remaining tix & livestream info

For the first time... All 54 performers of the 7th Annual 54/54/54! See you next week!

Limited tix remaining at 54below.org/54

54 Songs. 54 Singers. 54 Seconds Each. This 5/4, come witness 54 brand-new intrepid performers join the storied legacy in the lucky seventh edition of one of 54 Below’s most legendary shows, streaming LIVE and in person!

54/54/54 | May 4 at 9:30pm
Tickets & info at 54below.org/54

Flash Sale!!

For two days only, get our only discount - 35% off in-person tickets! Our seventh annual show, coming up in two and a half weeks!

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This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

This morning, a few months shy of his 101st birthday, Norman Caplan, my sweet Poppy, passed away and met my Bubbe on the other side of whatever comes next.

Poppy lived a century full of more stories and experiences than most could hope to live in their lifetime. He was a Navy man, a brilliant electronic engineer, a college professor, and a program director at the National Science Foundation. He was also a profound lover of musical theater, some of his favorites being Hello Dolly, She Loves Me, Gypsy, Cabaret, and The Fantasticks, but for Poppy, nothing could beat New Faces of 1952. He also appreciated history like no one else I have known and loved travel having gone all around the world representing various robotics conferences. For such a man of logic, he had a fantastic sense of humor and was always up for a good debate. He was a man of simple pleasures: a good steak, a good scotch, a good scoop of ice cream, and good a classic movie (he and I shared a deep love for the original ‘12 Angry Men’). He was also a preeminent storyteller.Even in his twilight years, Poppy never gave up his love of storytelling often giving history lectures at his club in Boynton Beach, Florida well into his 90s.

He was a deeply caring husband, a devoted father and, most of all for me, an always loving grandfather and great-grandfather. As a grandfather, he was the forever protector and teacher. His house, his time, his energy (as much as he had) was always available for his grandchildren. Poppy always used to talk about how when I was born, he watched over me in the nursery to ensure that I was being well taken care of. For the almost 35 years of my time on this planet that I had the privilege of living with Poppy in my life, he watched over me always working to ensure I was being well taken care of, and I am certain that wherever he is now he is still watching, eagle-eyed as ever, and God willing in far less pain.

Rest easy, Poppy. At my Bar Mitzvah, you told that story of watching over me in the nursery and said that on that day, you fell in love. The feeling is mutual and reciprocated forever.

The definition of a Can't-Miss Show.

So don't miss it! See the incredible full cast list (so far) and grab tickets now at 54below.org/54!!

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#54below #snl #aew #muppets #therehearsal

54 days away from this year's 54/54/54!

Broadway stars. Comedic geniuses. Muppets veterans. And so much more - with so many more to come.

Don't miss your chance to experience the madness live! 54below.org/54

Our final #BlackHistoryMonth spotlight goes to Fergie L. Phillipe (@fergsters95)! 💜🎶

Enjoy his glorious performance of “Go the Distance” from Hercules at @54below in 2021. Performed as part of the “I Wish: The Roles That Could Have Been” series.

🎹: Ben Caplan (@mrbencaplan)
💡: Jen Sandler (@jensandler)
Conceived by Alexandra Silber (@alsilbs)

#fergielphillipe #famousinnyvideo #flashbackfriday