Sunday, August 2, 2015

A Production Assistant - I hope to never live without one again!

Trevor Barrette, himself a multi-talented actor, singer, writer, director, producer and I'm sure so many other things as well, accepted to be our Production Assistant for our workshop and presentation of Danny Boy.

What a lucky day that was....

A good friend of both my co-creator Chris Barillaro, and our workshop director Jonathan Patterson, I had no idea how much I would come to appreciate this wonderful and talented person, and his dedication to our project.

I woke this morning with the plan to devote my day to working on the show. With coffee in one hand and laptop in the other, I set myself up on our deck, ready to "get down to it", when I opened up my inbox to find GOLD!

By gold, I mean all the notes and changes that transpired during the workshop process.

As a writer, you hope to capture all the subtle adjustments to your script while the actors, director and musical director are working on the stage in front of you, but in the moment, moved by seeing the script & score come to life, it wasn't always the case. My script may be all marked up with notes, but the details Trevor sent is making my job a lot easier!

This might be part of a very long list of what a Production Assistant does, but from someone who has never worked with a PA, this information is... invaluable.

Thank you Trevor!

And congratulations on...
The Montreal Fringe Festival 
2015 Frankie Awards
Most Promising English Company 
(Segal Centre for Performing Arts)
Captain Aurora: A Superhero Musical 
(Kaleidoscope Theatre Montreal)
book, music, lyrics by Trevor Barrette
orchestrations by Chris Barillaro
vocal arrangements by David Terriault
directed by Trevor Barrette

Be who you are. Do what you do. Make it matter.
Have a beautiful Sunday,

Saturday, August 1, 2015

August 1st 2015

It's been so long since I've updated this blog.

I can't believe how much time has passed and how many things have happened since the last time I was here.

While taking little breaks from working on the edits of our new musical, Danny Boy, I've been coming upon files I had backed up on usb keys and various clouds.  Wow! With DB being my main focus for the last 3 years  I'd forgotten the number of works-in-progress I had stored! I've been reading through some of them and  it's funny to realize I have reoccurring themes. Some of which crept into Danny Boy! LOL! My husband Shawn believes all that writing was to prepare me for DB. I think he's right.

Here's one of those little files I came across, it's something I wrote while on the metro one evening. There were a couple of  interesting people on that metro ride that sparked the idea. I filed it away as a potential start to the first chapter of a YA (young adult) story.

By Lisa Forget

When I looked up from whipping Donkey Kong’s ass on my new iPhone app, one stood to the right of the me, the other to the left.

They weren’t standing right beside me. I stood in the middle of the subway train. They stood at the opposite ends.

I knew what they were, sergeants in God’s army. If they were human, I’d think them twins. Thick, shoulder-length hair, high cheek bones, square jaw, regal nose, they were a cross between Michael Hutchence and Jim Morrison —two famous, dead rock stars.

I scanned the people on the train, looking for the one they’d come for. You can’t always tell which ones are monsters. You have to get a really good look at their eyes. Which is hard to do when people have a tendency to avoid, at all cost, meeting the gaze of strangers.

I took another glance at the angels. The one to my left was looking through the window, checking out the train next to ours, the one to my right was doing the same thing out the back.

He turned to catch me staring. I held my breath. Angels don’t appreciate when they’re recognized. I was terrified how he’d react.

His lips curved, and then he winked at me. My eyes widened. I’d never been winked at by an angel before. I didn’t have another second to ponder the fact, when we arrived at Montmorency station, and the doors slid open.

My winking angel’s eyes darted to something behind me. There wasn’t a need to turn around, whatever these two angels came looking for, had just stepped onto the train.

No, I don’t have eyes in the back of my head, just a third one, in the center of my brain.
Some consider it a gift—I think it’s a royal pain in the ass.

However, I opened it up  to get a better sense of what stood behind me.


I shut my eyes, all three of them. I hadn’t prepared myself for the intensity of the evil that had entered.

I lifted my head and peered up at my winking angel. If I’d thought he looked intimidating before, I’d been only half-right. Now, with my consciousness heightened, I saw really saw him.

You can bump up the word soldier to warrior, the kind you’ve seen in epics set in ancient times, when men did everything without the aid of machinery, creating hard, thick bodies able to defend their clans with their bare hands.

The angel’s jaw clenched when he felt my eyes on him. Throwing a reluctant glance my way, I understood his message. Say nothing. Do nothing. Don’t move.

Yeah, right, I got it, but I had to know what we were up against.

“Don’t worry.” I mouthed, lowering my head.

Right at that moment, a woman stood up, vacating the seat beside where I stood. I lowered myself into it, glancing over at the crowd by the doors.

A young dark-haired man stood in their midst. He turned and glared at me with his glinting, dark eyes. I couldn’t look away, even though I wanted to with every ounce of my will. Our gazes were fused, we were joined, the devil and I and he proceeded to read me—mind, heart, and soul.

I didn’t want him inside my head, but as long as he was busy with me, he was leaving everyone else alone. 

The entire time we’d locked gazes, I didn’t breath. Terrified, my heart beat a frantic rhythm against my ribs, as he probed me.

“Descendant, what are you doing? A voice whispered in my ear. “Your talents lie wasted.”

Even if I could look around, I had no need, no one else heard the devil speak.

“I have no talents,” I bluffed.

“False modesty does not become you Anna.”

“I have no interest in what you’re referring to,” I said, my manner bold, countering how freaked out his speaking my name made me feel.

“Yet, here you are, sitting between two angels and me, knowing exactly who and what we are.”

“I don’t know you.”

“Stop pretending, Anna. We’re having this conversation —in your head, remember?” He paused, his eyes widened, ever so slight. “I know everything about you.”

“No you don’t.”

“It is how I knew where you would be today.”

“You came looking for me?”

A grin slid across his lips like a snake. "I came to see if what the prophets said was true.”

“Prophets? What prophets? What would they have to say that concerns me?”

The devil laughed. “Can it be you have no knowledge of your heritage? Your destiny?”

My body broke out in a cold sweat. My hands tingled. My stomach knotted. I felt sick and faint.

“Ah, yes. I understand,” the devil said. “Someone has gotten to you first.”

My arms wrapped around my middle and I bent over, my eyes still locked with the evil one standing across the train.

“My attention was called elsewhere. I’ve been occupied: war, disaster, blood, and hunger, all demand so much of my time. I waited too long to make contact.” His hand swept through his thick, black hair. “However, we have much to discuss. You and I will speak again—in private.”

We reached the next stop. 

The doors slid open.

The devil released me. Our bond severed, I slumped. As my body slid off the seat, the angels held me by the arms.

I looked up.  Their faces radiated a warm light. Behind them, the people in the subway had disappeared, replaced by sunlight and a field of wheat.

(Evil eye by WorryStoneKey)

I'm looking forward to getting back to the stories filed away. You never know, I just might finish them!

Be who you are, do what you do, make it matter

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

"Danny Boy" kicks off the 7th edition of THE NEXT WAVE Festival of new musicals 

We're thrilled that our musical, DANNY BOY, will kick off THE CENTRE FOR EDUCATION AND THEATRE IN MONTRÉAL (CETM) 7th edition of


Festival of new musicals

SEPTEMBER 25 – 28, 2014

AT CALIXA-LAVALLÉE – Salle Paul-Buissonneau

3819 Calixa-Lavallée, Montreal

AND AT THE LION D’OR – The ‘Lionceau’ Room

(enter through the Au Petit Extra Restaurant)

1690 Ontario East, Montréal

A world-class collection of performances, educational presentations and special events for musical theatre lovers and practitioners, as well as newbies to this unique artistic discipline.


514 504 9339



7:00 à 8:30 p.m.

A love story that bridges the gap between Ireland and Canada during the era of arranged marriages.

Come and hear musical numbers, see Irish dances and take a look behind the scenes with the Montreal-based creators of this new musical comedy with melodies that will stir your sou

We hope to see you there!

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Girls & Monsters - An interview with Author Anne Michaud

She who likes dark things never grew up. She never stopped listening to gothic, industrial and alternative bands like when she was fifteen. She always loved to read horror and dystopia and fantasy, where doom and gloom drip from the pages.

She, who was supposed to make films, decided to write short stories, novelettes and novels instead. She, who’s had her films listed on festival programs, has been printed in a dozen anthologies and magazines since.

She who likes dark things prefers night to day, rain to sun, and reading to anything else.

She is Anne Michaud....

Lisa: Welcome to my little corner of cyberspace Anne!!! I'm in the throes of reading your book. I'm loving it! Creepy, thought-provoking,enjoyable morsel of literature. Tell me, what sparked the idea to write Girls and Monsters?
Anne: I had a bunch of short stories either rejected by magazines or that were supposed to be part of anthologies that never saw the day, so instead of having them locked up in my computer, I decided to expand them into novellas. Actually, I got the idea after writing Misery of Me (Tattered Souls volume 2, Cutting Block Press), since I loved writing novellas, I decided to changed them all and group them into one collection.
Lisa: An ingenious way for us all to enjoy your dark tales - all nestled between two covers.
Now, the "Girls" of Girls and Monster face some pretty scary creatures, tell me what monster do you fear most?
Anne: Man. After wars, rapes, murders, hate and abuse, I think Man is the biggest monster of them all. What we can do when we're angry, how easily we can turn into monsters ourselves, this is what truly frightens me.
Lisa: No truer words could ever have been uttered.... How about  the tales told in this collection of dark fiction, were any inspired by strange, yet true, events?
Anne: Well, Death Song and We Left at Night were both dreams I had a couple years ago, which makes them true in my life. I had a crazy neighbor growing-up, so the monster in A Blue Story wasn't hard to find. Black Dog was inspired by my first time in London living there, where I stayed in a youth hostels with a Churchill statue across the street. And Dust Bunnies is a mix of The Cure's Lullaby and Christiane F's (young Berliner prostituting for heroin), which could be considered true events – and sad, for sure.
Lisa: And would you say there's a message, in the stories featured in Girls and Monsters, that you hope to get across to your readers?
Anne: YES! Girls can be strong, can fight, don't need boys or adults to be in charge. Girls don't have to conform to society's perception of what they can and cannot do; they can be whatever they want. I want the girls who read this to understand we all make mistakes, we can all be weak at times, but in the end, we can kick butts.
Lisa: GIRL POWER!!! LOVE IT!! Any plans for Girls facing other supernatural entities?

anne: Of course, dear friend. I'm finishing up a soft sci-fi collection of novellas called Girls & Aliens, and the next one will be Girls & Ghosts. Dark and creepy would best describe these collections, methinks.

Lisa: Can't wait!

Well Girls and Boys....

She tweets @annecmichaud



Giveaway Softcover copy + The Monster Collection Skellies, 5 pieces handcrafted by the author: 

** Giveaway link for people on Wordpress:"  

The winner will be announced during the LIVE CHAT on release day, April 30th at 9PM east

Thank you so much Anne for dropping by and allowing us to be part of your BLOG TOUR! 

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Girls & Monsters

I can't believe it's been so long since I've posted! Things have been crazy hectic yet creative and positive, but more about that in another post...

This post is dedicated to a writing friend of mine with a collection of dark novelettes scheduled for release mid-April.

A giant spider, a killer mermaid, a mad neighbor, zombies and a very dark soul - monsters, everywhere.
Wanna see what girls can do to them? Check out this collection of 5 dark novelettes.

Death Song Excerpt

Something catches in the back of my throat. I
hide my face in my hands to quiet the sobs. But then,
something ain’t right. Air moves around me and I
stop. I look between my fingers, but the blur of my
tears thickens everything: the bathtub, the towels,
and someone on the floor.

A woman’s in here with me, door still closed and
locked. An exhale, like after a deep swim, and a smell,
like the swamp close to my empty home. A chill runs
down my back, I wipe my eyes, rub and scratch them
to see more clearly. And I do.

Two gray hands scratch the floor tiles, nails green
with algae, putrid flesh sagging on her legs, arms
and torso, hair so long and wet and heavy, it drags
her down. Diluted, impossible to focus on, like little
waves rippling over her body from head to foot, seaweed
in the water. Scales and fins, mermaidlike, little
knives, those are. And they scrape the floor, like a
fork on a plate. It’s her—Limnade.

She opens her mouth of scissor-teeth and the rotten
smell of fish wraps around my throat like two
hands trying to choke me.

“You can’t be…” I don’t finish my breathless
thought and jump backward, knocking over the dish
of decorative soaps. Blurry waves, vision impaired,
out of focus, unreal. She crawls toward me, eyes unblinking,
lethal, hands inches from me: my legs refuse
to move, as my body feels like stone. Frozen,
hypnotized, a statue. Then I hear something coming
from within her…

A melody, reminding me of something lost, tickles
my ears. It drags on until the sweetness turns sickly,
vibrating into a full-on super-scream, hyenalike,
enough to pop my ears and make them bleed. Her
large mouth deforms her face into one gap of black,
the cry so high and strident, I scream from the pain.
Limnade stares at me, everything but her fades
away—Jo’s nice bathroom, Jo’s new life, Jo himself—
none of it matters anymore. Her fingers brush my
forehead, they’re cold and sticky like clams. And I let
the darkness take me away.

About the Author:

She who likes dark things never grew up. She never stopped listening to gothic, industrial and alternative bands like when she was fifteen. She always loved to read horror and dystopia and fantasy, where doom and gloom drip from the pages.

She, who was supposed to make films, decided to write short stories, novelettes and novels instead. She, who’s had her films listed on festival programs, has been printed in a dozen anthologies and magazines since. 

She who likes dark things prefers night to day, rain to sun, and reading to anything else.

She blogs

She tweets @annecmichaud

Goodreads: Please don't be shy to click 'want to read'

I can't wait to sink my teeth into these juicy stories....

Review to come!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

In Concert...17 days to go!

As I type this, I realize I'm filled with a sense of satisfaction at the fact that I accomplished what I set out to do earlier this year - compile and arrange a list of great songs I love to sing, engage wonderfully talented musicians and invited guests, put them together (all with the invaluable help of my accomplished musical director/arranger Chris Barillaro) to perform on the stage of Montreal's quintessential cabaret/concert/show venue - le Cabaret Lion d'Or!

At the moment, it's all I can think, talk, worry about!
October 23rd, 2012. Seventeen days to go!
(Well, that and going to see Barbra Streisand!! 11 days to go...)

Producing this type of show is something I've wanted to do for SOOOO long. I'm finally able to dedicate time and energy to making it happen and I couldn't be more thrilled....and nervous.

During this time of shameless (yet necessary) self-promotion, I've been reminded how loved and supported I am by my family Shawn, Caitlin, Emily, Megan, and Chad, as well as dear friends Millie, Elizabeth, Donna, Nae and Terry (and others, like the UIS) who would promote this concert through a megaphone at the top of Place Ville Marie - if it wasn't illegal - to ensure all of Montreal knew about this event! 
I am blessed and so grateful. Thank you.

I can't wait for this evening at the Lion d'Or, when I'll spend a couple of hours performing the songs I love and sharing the special ones that changed my life.

Lisa Forget - In Concert

Original cast member of Canadian productions of Les Miserables, Napoleon, and Jeanne La Pucelle, Montreal songstress Lisa Forget takes you on a musical journey with selections from the Broadway stage, the Hollywood screen, as well as chart-topping favourites.
Accompanied by a five-piece ensemble under the direction of Chris Barillaro (Schwartz's: The Musical, Altar Boyz, Guys and Dolls), Lisa is joined by special guests, fellow musical theatre performer, Frayne McCarthy (Les Miserables, Napoleon, Jeanne La Pucelle) and singer/recording artist, Christine Forget (Christine Forget, Love and Other Silly Things).
On the stage of the Lion d’Or –Montreal’s quintessential cabaret venue – this evening, filled with beautiful ballads, swinging jazzy standards, and Broadway showstoppers, will delight and entertain from the moment the lights go up, until the last curtain falls.

October 23rd, 2012 - 8pm
1676, rue Ontario Est (corner Papineau)
Montréal H2L 1S7
Metro: Papineau

Tickets are 25$ (plus $1.95 service charge) and available online at

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