One musical down, 2 to go. The first and last are my reward for surviving the one in the middle.
Last night, I had the pleasure of attending a performance of Mamma Mia! It was terrific, and when they were done, I wanted them to go back to the beginning and start all over again.
In two weeks, I’ll have the pleasure of seeing Wicked on Broadway. Oh! I better stick the soundtrack on my iPod, so I can be sure to know all the words by heart.
In the middle? My local friends and family are going to be so grateful when the high school performance of Once Upon A Mattress is finished. They keep reminding me that I was complaining before Grease (two years ag0), but I don’t remember my complaining being quite so desperate back then.
Yes, I volunteered to do this, and yes, they will probably pull it off and it will be fine, but I have to make it through the next week before we find out if they happened. Someone yesterday said something apt: teenagers still have an underdeveloped concept of the passage of time. They don’t get that TWO weeks is really like NOTHING in the grand scheme of doing a good job at a performance. It helped my mental health to be reminded of this, and I’m just going to do the best job I can. I can’t make the performers do their job, and it’s their performance: I can’t run up on stage and sing it for them.
It also helps to put things in perspective: when I did Grease: I didn’t slice a big chunk off the side of my index finger a month before the show, I didn’t have to go to Ohio for 3 days, I didn’t get SICK after getting back from Ohio, and I was home, not in a shop for part of every day.
Oh, look at the time. I’m out of it, and must head to the big city for groceries. THe boys think they need to eat, and since I have the day off, I guess I’d better do something about that.
Stay tuned, tomorrow you are in for a rant about how the Arts and Academics have to take a back seat to King Football. Either that or a rant about small-town politics. Aren’t you excited?