I just finished up the first (and only) rehearsal with three lovely backup singers and two sparkly filmmakers for next week's rendition of Back-Up. For three strangers from craigslist who had never sung together before, their voices sounded superb. I even got a few goosebumps on my forearms. Nothing like backup singers to get me amped up to do something as mundane as cleaning out the fridge. Now I have to go and track down some red aprons, yellow rubber gloves and platinum wigs.