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OK, so I briefly bring to you the sadness of my Froglet, whom the stage manager forgot to send on stage for her Big Scene, i.e. the scene where she had 3 sentences to say. Being one of the youngest kids - which I didn't know, the goup is supposed to be 3 to 5 - she didn't have much to say anyway, and after they "forgot" her she almost had nothing left.
Her friend Myles didn't speak any of his 3 lines, but we never quite found out why.
I hated the whole thing. Really. What shone through was no creativity whatsoever. Great set, great costumes, a pretty good professional dancer who had absolutely no business being there, and a bunch of trained monkeys who said their text in the exact way they had been told to.
And I have of course, read Sam's account of his bad theater night and I now want to hang myself, or watch a Clockwork Orange until I throw up. My poor Froglet! She had learned so hard, she was so excited and happy, and so disappointed that it didn't go well. So sad. :o(
We picked Papy (my father in law) up at the airport on Friday, and as we waited in the terminal, Tadpole - who notices eveything - suddenly jumped up in delight and bellowed "Balloon! Balloon!" There was, indeed, a welcome home balloon floating right up there under the ceiling.
Froglet: can you catch it, mommy?
la rainette: no, it's much too high.
Froglet: maybe if you jump?
Oh, my Froglet, we're talking 30 feet there! If I could jump that high, I'd be wearing a stupid blue and red uniform with a cape and a big S on my chest. But thanks for trusting me.
I promise you one thing: it's the last time they bloody forget you off stage. *grim face*
Her friend Myles didn't speak any of his 3 lines, but we never quite found out why.
I hated the whole thing. Really. What shone through was no creativity whatsoever. Great set, great costumes, a pretty good professional dancer who had absolutely no business being there, and a bunch of trained monkeys who said their text in the exact way they had been told to.
And I have of course, read Sam's account of his bad theater night and I now want to hang myself, or watch a Clockwork Orange until I throw up. My poor Froglet! She had learned so hard, she was so excited and happy, and so disappointed that it didn't go well. So sad. :o(
We picked Papy (my father in law) up at the airport on Friday, and as we waited in the terminal, Tadpole - who notices eveything - suddenly jumped up in delight and bellowed "Balloon! Balloon!" There was, indeed, a welcome home balloon floating right up there under the ceiling.
Froglet: can you catch it, mommy?
la rainette: no, it's much too high.
Froglet: maybe if you jump?
Oh, my Froglet, we're talking 30 feet there! If I could jump that high, I'd be wearing a stupid blue and red uniform with a cape and a big S on my chest. But thanks for trusting me.
I promise you one thing: it's the last time they bloody forget you off stage. *grim face*
