Oct 16, 2005
Bibbidy, Bobbidy, Beyond
(the call of duty)
My daughter teaches dance. No, not the ballroom kind. I mean like ballet, tap, jazz, hip-hop...to ages from 3 to adult. Her studio is involved with the Frisco Ballet and they asked some of the teachers to perform in their production of Cinderella. She played the evil step-mother.
But when they went to rehearse the ball scene they realized there was something missing...and that was men. What good is a ball without some handsome men? So my daughter asked her Dad if he would consider being in it. With a little bit of coaxing (and probably quite a few beers) and a promise from me of LOTS and LOTS of brownie points, he said yes. She said all he had to do was escort a dancer onto the stage and then stand there. (At the time she forgot to mention the ALL DAY dress rehearsal, the 2 performances AND the sequinned costume!)
Well, anyway, after A LOT of grumbling about how he didn't really mean he would do it and how could I possibly think he would want to devote an entire SATURDAY to something like this, yesterday was their big day. I was very proud to watch my daughter (who, by the way, was the prettiest evil stepmother I've ever seen) steal the show. She was WONDERFUL and got lots of laughs from the audience, which is hard to do considering this was a ballet (ie: no talking). And my husband was the most handsome man on the stage!
Okay, I'm a bit prejudiced, but both of their performances were outstanding.
And may I also say, I'm glad it's over so I don't have to listen to my husband gripe about it anymore. However, instead, now we get to compare and contrast performance one with performance two incessantly. (A stage wife's job is never done.)
BTW, what are brownie points??? And wonder how he plans to redeem them?
Posted by Karyn Lyndon at 10/16/2005 10:42:00 PM