The Matron is the New Stage Mother. Like brown is the new black, all that.
Scarlett: "I want to audition for Anansi, the Trickster Spider!"
Matron: "Don't you want to sit one out?"
Scarlett: "No! Never!"
Matron: "Don't you want a rest?"
Scarlett: "You're hurting my feelings! Don't say that."
The Matron sat through the first audition and hung her head in defeat as her daughter blasted the song to the rafters.
Before the callback, the Matron cunningly forgot to feed her child. She failed to bring a water bottle.
The Matron sat through the first audition and hung her head in defeat as her daughter blasted the song to the rafters.
Before the callback, the Matron cunningly forgot to feed her child. She failed to bring a water bottle.
Once there her heart swelled with joy to see her daughter no longer the smallest! There were two teenier things and oh, those girls were cute. Potential!
But she frowned at Scarlett's deft dance. Where did she learn to shimmy? This was supposed to be a weak point. Who let her develop rhythm and swing?
The Matron wagged a mental finger at the parents of 9 year old white girls, every single one. Usually somebody had 8 years of dance lessons under her exhausted belt. What was wrong with these people?!
Next, the row of 9-year old white girls took on Song.
"Please God let one of them stand out as the very best singer. Please please please!"
And one did.
"Wrong kid! I meant somebody else's child!"
And when Scarlett opened her mouth and began her monologue and the raspy evocative voice filled the theater with ease and she radiated that thing they called 'presence' and the director physically jumped up and down with joy . . .
The Matron wept only.
Good-bye , Almost to Freedom. Tomorrow is the last show.
Hello Trickster Spider.
But she frowned at Scarlett's deft dance. Where did she learn to shimmy? This was supposed to be a weak point. Who let her develop rhythm and swing?
The Matron wagged a mental finger at the parents of 9 year old white girls, every single one. Usually somebody had 8 years of dance lessons under her exhausted belt. What was wrong with these people?!
Next, the row of 9-year old white girls took on Song.
"Please God let one of them stand out as the very best singer. Please please please!"
And one did.
"Wrong kid! I meant somebody else's child!"
And when Scarlett opened her mouth and began her monologue and the raspy evocative voice filled the theater with ease and she radiated that thing they called 'presence' and the director physically jumped up and down with joy . . .
The Matron wept only.
Good-bye , Almost to Freedom. Tomorrow is the last show.
Hello Trickster Spider.
13 comments:
Bittersweet?
But just think...if she achieves stardom young, you'll be able to retire that much sooner...
I can't imagine how much fun that would be to watch, though. Your own child...
Way to go Scarlett, yet again! Blow the competition away sweet girl.
I went and saw Scarlett in Almost to Freedom (thanks for the tickets BTW), and you know I am not one for much platitude, but she was by far the best "actor" on the stage in my opinion. Everyone was good at saying their lines, but she was really the best at acting the part and conveying the emotions.
Thank you, Sh8un! But what about those teens who sing? Wow! And the sister character - I think she rocks.
Suburbancorrespondent says it must be fun to watch your own kid and it is!
Of course, I do think that Scarlett pops out. Actually. And I'm proud of her!
Ah well, when she's raking in the big cash for being such a star talent you can enjoy long days at the spa.
I know you must be so proud!
Thanks for stopping by my little blog...
Secretly proud mom you are, yes I know! Can't hide that from us casual passers by. Who did she inherit this talent from? Are there such theatrical people in your family?
The things we do for our amazing children. Congrats to Scarlet!
I would be proud, too. Congratulations to her!
You might as well give up and have the t-shirts printed for the entourage...make mine xxl...;p
Congrats to you Scarlett!
It could be worse. She might want horseback lessons. Or Drill Team.
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