I can't even put the wonderful experience of the weekend into words. The kids' elementary school musical was phenomenal!
Well, for an elementary school production. But I'm a proud mommy and I thought it was marvelous.
Way back in January, they had been nervous about auditioning for the show, even though everyone gets a part. Still, standing up and singing in front of people is very intimidating. But they did it and both got into the ensemble. Bud had a callback and had hoped for a small speaking part. Instead, he became one of the dancers.
For months they practiced every week. Hours. The last week, they rehearsed until 8 pm on Tuesday, 6 pm on Wednesday, and 9:15 on Thursday. And behind the scenes, many parents were busy. I stepped in to coordinate the healthy snacks for the performers during the show (the last person left no notes and, of course, I wasn't involved last year so it was a steep learning curve all the way through the weekend.) Mama served as a backstage runner/stage door manager so someone else could see the show on Saturday. I bought make up, found the right shoes, filled out forms to buy t-shirts and DVDs, and designed our congratulatory ads for the program. We did a lot of driving back and forth. Other parents spent everyday at the rehearsals and nights making sets and costumes and props. So much hard work by so many dedicated and enthusiastic people.
We were all atwitter on Friday for the hour or so between their arriving home on the bus and their needing to be back at school. It was a long wait for all of us. Finally we got the kids freshly showered and deodorized (imagine 80+ sweaty kids without deodorant under hot lights with no air conditioning in rooms together.) I got the snacks and paper goods into the car. Off we went.
After getting them where they need to be and setting up the snacks in the cafeteria, Mama and I took our seats for the first show. So excited for them, so nervous for them.
And they both shined! Lit up the stage! What can I say? I only watched them. Sis was in a flowery dress with a pink bow on her head. Being shorter than almost everyone else, she looked about five years old. Sweet and cute. She doesn't like dresses, being "sweet" or "cute, though she likes pink but not bows. We told her she was a great actress to pull off the role! Bud started in a dark suit with a cap, then removed the jacket to show his suspenders and hiked his pants like knickers (with this handy little elastic thing.) Later, he'd put on a band uniform. And he danced and danced with great expression and joy. Of course, I got all teary.
We saw them perform twice--Friday and Sunday--and spent Saturday helping backstage. The kids got into costume, then went into hair and make up, and then waited in the cafeteria for their various cues. They ate fresh fruit and veggies, had lots of water, and talked relatively quietly with their friends. Sis played UNO and read. Bud ate lots of fruit.
After each show, we went out, mainly to a late supper at a local place. Just like real Broadway stars! They told stories with their friends, wolfed down fries and shakes, sang songs together, gave one another back rubs, and signed each other's special shirts. The adults sat, ate, and marveled at the kids' energy. Bud especially talked and talked about the whole thing; I wish I could remember everything he enthused about. (If I do, I'll insert it here.)
And then it ended much more suddenly than it all began. Three days, three performance, the end of the show and the weekend. But we all made a lifetime of great memories and, I think, awakened a little bit of the performing bug in each of them.
I'm glad they have one more year in elementary school so they can do it all again.