The Sound of Music!

Two weeks ago, I was chanting this mantra:  "I will never let my kids do another play.  I will never let my kids do another play." Now I'm thinking maybe we could do this again.  It's a rush.

The Sound of Music turned out to be a fantastic production.  Golda and Ruby made new friends and hung out with old ones, and they really grew in their abilities.  They worked hard.  The director's note on the back of the program said, "...some of our cast members have surmounted medical problems and genuine tragedies to be on this stage and perform for you tonight."  I truly admire and love so many of the people involved in the play.  The cast is like a family, Golda says, and they hated to say goodbye.  Dairy Queen finally started sweeping up around the kids at the after-party last night, and they had to say "adieu." (To you and you and you!  The music is still going around my head.)

Speaking of abilities, Scott was incredible as Admiral Von Schreiburg of the Third Reich.  You should have seen him deliver those lines!  Actually, many of you did see him.  Friday night, the audience was filled with Dopps and those whom Michelle F. calls "honorary Dopps."  Thanks, Michelle!  I have to give a big thanks to Bruce and Marlene, Michelle and Jake, Jennie and Ryan and the kids, Jenny and Jeremy and their girls, Jeff and his boys, Nikki and Clint and their boys, including the one that is giving Nikki contractions every five minutes, Coco and Bill, Uncle Trajan, Aunt Tricia and Michelle and her crew, among other who probably weren't there just for us, but that we like to claim as our fans!  (Clytie, Sarah, neighbors, friends...) The girls' superb voice teacher Rebecca came and brought flowers and praises for her students. 


I got a little teary-eyed during Edelweiss, when the actors motioned for the audience to join in the song.  I love the story and the music of The Sound of Music.  Add my two little girls up there singing, and it was a celebration.  During Scott's curtain call, Scott cracked everyone up by doing the Heisman pose after his bow.  So I laughed, I cried. That's all you can ask from a show, right?

Scott resting up for his next audition...