No, Mario!!!!!! *sob*

He's touring with Sarah Brightman's freaky concert.

Seriously, Mario, honey - if you're going to do cheesy shit, and you are because there's more money in that than in theatre (though really, if you replaced Howard on Broadway, I would see you sing Phantom as often as any credit card company would stand), STAY AWAY FROM THIS WOMAN!!!!! She thinks, well, just read the first paragraph of this review from the Post, understand what it looks like you have done, and run far far away.

Do I need to make a "Save Mario!" icon? Please don't make me have to.

(and as much as I love you, I'm glad I was seeing the batshit of Grey Gardens last night instead of the batshit of Sarah Brightman. Barbara Walsh is awesome, and she was playing a character. Sarah Brightman slept with Andrew Lloyd Webber and thinks this production design and costumes and shit are good for her career, which they probably are and that scares me even more. She is, theoretically, real, and sucks. Please, Mario, get out of there!)