Winner of 3 Tony Awards and 4 Drama Desk Awards, Lend Me A Tenor is set in September 1934. Saunders, the general manager of the Cleveland Grand Opera Company, is primed to welcome world-famous singer Tito Merelli, known as Il Stupendo, the greatest tenor of his generation, to appear for one night only as the star of the opera. Tito arrives late, and through a hilarious series of mishaps, he is given a double dose of tranquilizers and passes out. His pulse is so low that Saunders and his assistant Max believe he’s dead - and in a frantic attempt to salvage the evening, Saunders persuades Max to get into Merelli's costume and fool the audience into thinking he's Il Stupendo. Max succeeds and lives up to his idol, but Merelli regains consciousness and gets into the identical costume, ready to perform. Now two opera singers are running around in the same costume and two women are running around in lingerie, each thinking she is with Il Stupendo. A sensation on Broadway and in London's West End, this madcap, screwball comedy is guaranteed to leave audiences teary-eyed with laughter. 
 

 

 

Saunders -- 50-ish. Imagine Dr. Frasier Crane as the head of an opera company. Now imagine that Lucciano Pavarotti has agreed to appear there for a benefit performance. Now imagine that everything, but everything goes wrong.

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Max -- 30-ish. If George Costanza and Woody Allen became as one, Max would be born. A ner-do-well nerd who dearly loves Maggie, dearly loves opera, and desparately longs for courage. He works under Saunders, literally.

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Maggie -- 20-something. She's the vapid daughter of the opera company manager, Saunders, and so she's a bit spoiled. "Tito Merelli is heaven, Max, and I want to go to heaven."

 

Tito Merelli -- 40-something. He's a life-loving, over-indulgent world-class tenor with a passion for food, wine, women, and especially opera. And women. And women.

 

Maria - Tito's wife. 39-ish. A moody, hot-blooded, hot-tempered Italian who's a little bit like Sophia Loren. She's a jealous, territorial animal. Grrr...

 

Julia -- 50-60's. When the Marx Brothers cast Margaret Dumont as the society matron foil, they didn't break the mold. Enter Julia. She's the president of the Opera Gu-hild!

 

Diana -- Ageless. Boop-boop be-doop! What, me dumb? (Dumb like a fox! Now call my publicity agent and turn this into a story!) Tee-hee!

 

Bellhop -- 20-something. Mr. No-Name is Mr. Wiseguy, also known as the eyes, the ears, and the mouth of the hotel!

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You can also email the Theatrical Vice President, Kyle Patrick Weber: kylebarnthfl@gmail.com