Opening Night, Act One
First off, the opening number included the lyric "Divalogues is how we get down.” Never forget that. The play itself initially gave teases of a Tyler Perry production, only with better hair and no desire of me to bang my head on the desk in a fit of fury. Or maybe I’m just uncultured since I’ve only seen The Color Purple on Broadway and Madea plays on bootleg. Please advise.
Chanté was the first diva to tell her story and she kicked it off by taking on the role of her 6-year-old self. As the minutes passed, an admittedly convincing Chanté described in detail how she was molested at the age of 14 by a 20-year-old. At one point, she sounds as though she's giving into his push for sex only she yells out in vain, “I changed my mind…wait!” I am not sure why you heartless souls never allowed Chanté Moore to be the multi-platinum superstar singer that her voice calls for, but make amends by booking her some acting gigs. Ms. Moore is quite good.
In Lil’ Mo’s bit – Cynthia vs. Lil’ Mo – she explained the conflict she’s dealt with over her true self and her singer persona. I was a little confused at first. Like, was Cynthia an aggressive stud punking Lil’ Mo for her Popeye’s Tuesday special money? But you snap out of it and understand the inner-conflict a person as ambitious as Lil’ Mo must’ve had to contend with through the years. Oh, she reminded me that at one point she got hit upside the head with a bottle. I remember buying her album on the same day as Alicia Keys’ debut dropped, but whew, forgot about the “bottle action.” Lil’ Mo was her typical charismatic self and had everyone throwing up their Ls during her musical performance. For the millionth time, you’ve got to admire her making the most of the eight weeks TV One gave her to reach an audience.