In the first official live performance of this revival, Neil Patrick Harris reaffirmed that he can do anything — including shaking his crotch in Orlando Bloom's face, giving Sting a lap dance, licking Samuel L. Jackson's glasses, and jumping all over the stage in what have to be 4-inch heels — and make everyone love him.

Important questions: If I were to work out with his Hedwig trainer, would I make it out alive? And what do we as a theater-loving people have to do to ensure NPH comes back to host the Tonys next year but also has a role on stage?