Ack! It isn’t just bad – it’s pissed off if you like theater at all bad. It isn’t even a story, but just a vignette with the substance of intermission at a high school prom extended to the length and drama of an opera. I was chewing my muffler by the time it was up, and that wasn’t just because I was crammed into the nosebleeds in the 2nd to last row Rear Mezzanine of the Richard Rodgers Theatre. When it starts with a girl singing about the terrible choice between going out with some guy and hanging out with her friends, you know it’s going to be fluffy drivel to all but the most superficial romanticism. It’s the life problems of Saved by the Bell – is he the right one, or him, or him, and what about my job – oh oh, and my friends what will they think. You’re glad to be far from the stage, but wish there were vomit bags in front of your seat. If you like characters with the emotional sophistication of Natalie on The Facts of Life, and young men with underdeveloped adams apples prancing around belting out over the moon ballads, this is for you.