When Univision Radio announced last year that it would relocate its studios from Coral Gables to Doral, longtime radio host Bernadette Pardo joked that she would have to ditch her bicycle for a car to get to work. The host of Pedaleando con Bernie (Pedaling With Bernie), Pardo's 7-to-9 a.m. drive-time show, doesn't actually ride on two wheels during her morning radio program, but she uses the bicycle as a metaphor, often commenting that she's pedaling with her guests. The Cuban-born host has worked as a journalist for some 30 years, receiving more than 100 awards and reporting from across the Americas and Europe. Pardo adds a calm, level-headed voice to Miami's morning-radio dial.

Depending upon the day, he might be a curmudgeonly old Jewish man, a community college math professor from Sri Lanka, a quirky TV astrologer, or a chonga. Underneath the wigs and the accents, Freddy Stebbins is arguably Miami's best-loved and most creative comedian, known for the more than 100 characters he takes to the stage with hilarious results. His characters parody every stereotype in Miami, and they emerge from Stebbins' deep fascination with the Magic City's diversity and quirkiness. "I love the whole Miami thing," he says. "This place is fascinating and full of material." Growing up here, Stebbins says, he became popular by doing funny accents. He trained for five years in L.A. at the Groundlings improv school and then returned home to Miami. During the day, he's a social science professor at Miami Dade College's Wolfson Campus, where he teaches a mix of sociology, government, civics, and anthropology — often in character. His classes are among the most popular on campus. For seven years, he hosted a beloved Thursday-night standup show at John Martin's Irish Pub & Restaurant in Coral Gables. Two years ago, the show moved to Taurus in Coconut Grove, where it routinely attracts Miami's best comics. You've also heard him on Miami's home-grown radio station, Shake 108, where he voices station tags and commercials (in character). "We can't live here if we don't make fun of this wild, crazy basket case of a community we live in," he says.

It took us a while to figure out that Athena Dion was suddenly dominating South Florida's drag scene. The reason: She can look different every time she appears. There she was during last year's Miami Beach Pride celebration, when she sashayed down the runway like a supermodel in a show thrown by L.A. fashion label Marco Marco. In February, she made the perfect Posh Spice stand-in as part of a Spice Girls tribute act assembled for Mel B's visit to Sugar Factory. At a recent edition of the Lab, the Friday-night party she hosts at Score, she was dressed in her best Wednesday Addams cosplay. Other times, her look ranges from Latina diva to steal-your-man to crazy club kid. Whatever the look, most times she appears every bit the goddess her name suggests. But once you learn how to spot her, you'll notice her everywhere. From ads for the Miami Beach LGBT Visitors Center, to stomping the pavement in front of Palace, to delivering brunch shows at Señor Frog's, there she is. Catch her if you can.

Readers' choice: Elaine Lancaster

Adrienne Arsht Center for the Performing Arts
Justin Namon

Oftentimes, love doesn't make any sense — neurologically, psychologically, or emotionally. In a bold and mesmerizing production of Stephen Sondheim's contrapuntal Passion, Zoetic Stage offered an interpretation of love that was irrational, unpredictable, even implausible. The company rendered it beautifully. In the elliptical story, Giorgio (Nicholas Richberg), a military captain in 19th-century Europe, is set to wed a gorgeous aristocrat until he is transferred to a provincial outpost. There, he is gradually ensnared by Fosca (Jeni Hacker), the sickly, clingy sister of a fellow soldier. Resisting Fosca's advances until her adoration becomes all-encompassing, Richberg effortlessly navigated his character's unorthodox transition from revulsion to infatuation. Hacker delivered her best work in years, tapping into reservoirs of melancholy that humanized her Machiavellian character. Director Stuart Meltzer's ambitious staging, which included a central rotating platform and a three-tiered set, captured the agony and ecstasy of Sondheim's vision while studding it with occasional black humor. Ellis Tillman's resplendent costumes and Caryl Fantel's sublime musical direction of Sondheim's haunting score complemented a production that will be a benchmark for years.

How exactly does one dramatize a theoretical concept such as the multiverse? It's easy if you're Morgan Freeman with a giant network budget, but for a playwright limited to two actors, a stage, a lighting bank, and sound cues, going beyond the wormhole takes a Big Bang of ingenuity. GableStage audiences received one thanks to director Joseph Adler's stimulating production of Nick Payne's Constellations, a play about a working-class beekeeper (Antonio Amadeo) and an Ivy League physics professor (Katherine Amadeo) who meet at a party. And meet again. And meet once more. And live together — or maybe they don't — and suffer terminal illness and corrosive breakups. Or maybe they don't. Like a dealer shuffling a card deck of infinite possibilities, Adler transitioned his pliable actors through multiple probabilities, shifting consciousness at a moment's notice. Katherine and Antonio Amadeo, married offstage and eternally conjoined in Payne's quantum drama, provided a master class in the subtlety of performance, fully inhabiting all 50 or so shades of reality — even if many didn't last longer than a Vine video. It should have been enough to make Einstein and Sanford Meisner alike smile from the great beyond.

Museum of Contemporary Art, North Miami
Courtesy of the Museum of Contemporary Art

Peter Sinn Nachtrieb's Boom is a comedy that tells the story of a straightforward journalism student and an awkward marine biologist whose uncomfortable attempt at casual sex ends up saving their lives. But it also leaves the fate of humanity in their hands (and reproductive organs). The play has been interpreted across the nation to positive reviews, but director Oleg Kheyfets was determined to make this iteration a lively snapshot of present-day Miami. So the Basement Project, a new theater company run by Kheyfets, produced and presented Boom this past January 7 through 23. Aiding the company were local disco-funk favorite Afrobeta, which composed and performed the funky and mysterious soundtrack. The band's vocalist, Cuci Amador, also starred as Barbara,Boom's guiding voice from the future. She explained to the audience how civilization persevered and became an underwater society. In many ways, this is Barbara's story. If this were a Greek tragedy, Barbara would be our chorus, directing us through the various levels of disaster the characters face.

Adrienne Arsht Center for the Performing Arts
Justin Namon

The resident company at the Arsht Center's Carnival Studio Theater cemented its regional dominance this season. With a slate of just three shows, director Stuart Meltzer made each one count, excelling in works that included an edgy world premiere by a South Florida playwright, a brainy rom-com about feminism, and a chamber musical by a national treasure. Meltzer imbued the shows with distinct directorial flourishes. There were jazzed-up, staccato courtroom deliberations in Stripped and an intoxicating moving platform and a gender-bending supporting cast in Passion. The designs for each show reimagined the carnival space, from a blind Lady Justice towering behind the quarreling mortals in Stripped to the ladders of opportunity dangling existentially above the manicured homes in Rapture, Blister, Burn. Then there was the multitiered birthday cake of a set in Passion, reflecting the show's multiple layers. Exceptional acting from a stable of the region's finest professionals made it all look easy, and the well-curated mix of shows ensured that audiences always had plenty to discuss on the car ride home.

Readers' choice: Adrienne Arsht Center for the Performing Arts

Jeff Quintana, cofounder of Miami's Villain Theater, woke up on a Central Park bench every morning for two weeks in the dead of New York City's winter. It was 2009, and he had just left Miami to pursue his love of comedy —a passion not readily supported in the Magic City. He was on a mission to learn from some of comedy's greats and then bring that knowledge back home. Last August, Quintana and Peter Mir cofounded the Villain Theater, a microtheater that operates in the back of Made at the Citadel in Little River. The budding playhouse hosts Chicago-style improv, sketch, and standup shows while also offering workshops for aspiring performers. The select improv groups include the all-female Orange Is the New Wack, headed by Jannelys Santos and Sheela Dominguez. It provides a wry take on female inmate culture. Each set lasts an hour, surpassing what most comedy clubs in our city can offer in both quality and quantity.

Lindsey Corey has been an emerging talent for years, displaying range in roles as varied as a roller-skating muse in Slow Burn's Xanadu and a bumptious Southern fundamentalist in Zoetic Stage's The Savannah Disputation. But last November's production of Stripped, also from Zoetic, will be remembered as the role that launched her into the upper tier of South Florida actors. Christopher Demos-Brown's world-premiere play is a quick-witted, emotionally trenchant meditation on parenting in the 21st Century. Its double-entendre title references a character that could slide easily into a cliché — the stripper with a heart, who loves and provides for her child but not in a way that society accepts. Because the role had never been performed outside of a play reading, Corey had no precedent, and her inventive decisions set an impossibly high standard for future productions. Playing a Russian immigrant who moonlights in the sex industry, Corey was alternately sensual and dolorous, vigorous and reflective, funny and heartbreaking, owning her character's accent as comfortably as the wobbly stripper pole at center stage, where she mastered the kind of choreography they don't teach at New World.

Jennifer Haley's drama The Nether posits a certifiably creepy, uncomfortably plausible near-future in which the internet has evolved into a vivid virtual-reality realm called the Nether. There, users can explore fantasies from the comfort of their recliners. The play pivots on a police investigation into a lurid usage of the Nether by a man named Sims, who created a pedophilic pleasure garden. Sims' Peter Galman anchored Area Stage's unsettling production. He played his "offline" self, combating an interrogation in a spartan police station with unctuous evasiveness and his online avatar, a foppishly dressed proprietor of degenerate escapism. By offering both a cunning manipulator and a diseased man, Galman achieved a remarkable feat: He convinced the play's audience that Sims' virtual vileness had a preventive merit in the real world. Even if you think you hated everything he stood for, he was spellbinding enough to win every debate. If prison weren't possibly in his future, perhaps politics could be.

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