I think I have PSOMSD.
Post Sound of Music Stress Disorder.
This past weekend we ventured into uncharted territory, and Number 3 and 4 performed in the high school’s musical production of The Sound of Music.
It was our first experience with this kind of thing.
And while I am exhausted and grateful to have the afternoon and evening to myself today, I’m also a little bit sad.
What a great show.
And what an awesome experience.
For all of us.
My little town is going through a couple rough patches right now.
In the past few months it’s been discovered that some of our elected officials aren’t exactly,
And next year’s school budget has taken a pretty big hit.
There are lots and lots of pissed off and angry people.
Facebook around here has been kind of ugly.
I think a lot of us have gotten so wrapped up in all the negative stuff, that we’ve forgotten about how great our town really is.
So to participate in something as part of a community,
something with singing,
and smiling children,
it was nice.
Mr. L., the director and producer, put on a fanatastic show.
Hats off to you, Mr. L.
Of course I’m a little biased.
The Sound of Music is pretty much my all-time favorite movie.
And Edelweiss is, as far as I’m concerned, one of the best songs ever written.
Watching Number 3, who at one point in time was semi-crippled in certain situations due to anxiety, get up on stage and sing in front of hundreds of people is something I never thought I would do.
And watching Number 4,
it was awesome.
She was so happy.
She may only have been a part of the children’s ensemble, but you never would have known it.
I think she thought the spotlight shone only on her.
She belted out Do-Re-Mi at the top of her lungs.
Every time she sang it.
And every time, I held back the tears.
She sang with every part of her body.
She had the time of her life.
And I had the time of my life watching her.
When the show was over, she wanted pictures with everyone.
With Captain Von Trapp.
With Frau Schrader.
With Mother Abbess.
And with Liesl.
Once I checked off the Liesl picture, I had taken pictures of Number 4 with everyone on her list.
I told her it was time to go.
I looked behind me and one of the nuns had her arm around Number 4.
I didn’t know who she was.
Maybe Number 4 decided she wanted one more picture.
Then the nun’s mother said, “I just want to get a picture of the two of you.”
I had no idea who the woman or her daughter was. I thought maybe she was confused and thought Number 4 was one of the Von Trapp children.
I looked at this woman…
She looked at me and said, “Um…I follow your blog. I just want to get a picture of my daughter with Number 4.”
I burst out laughing.
Number 4 happily posed for a picture.
While Number 4 was pretty starstruck taking all these pictures,
she had no idea that apparently…
she’s a little bit of a star herself.
So you saw it here first; you can say you knew her when.
And in ten years, when she’s up on that stage in the lead role of the high school musical,
I’ll remind the director how he cast an up and coming star in her breakout performance.
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