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My daughter asked me to go with her to our local civic theatre, which was having an information meeting about the Penguin Project. The Penguin Project connects kids with special needs with actor/mentors and together they put on a play.
Our theatre was going to do Annie Jr. From our previous theatre experience I knew I’d have to sign a waiver of some kind because she is under 18, so I agreed to go along.
The information portion of the meeting didn’t last too long–and there were snacks. We were just about to leave when the meeting leader announced that we should all learn a song and dance routine so we understand what it is the kids will be doing during rehearsals.
Okay then, definitely time for me to go, as I am neither a singer nor a dancer. I knew there were two of my daughter’s classmates there, so I wasn’t worried that she wouldn’t have a partner, besides what 14 yr old girl wants to dance with her mother?
As everyone started pairing up I started drifting towards the door. My mistake I turned around to look at my daughter one more time and another woman spotted me and yelled “I’ll be your partner.”
And that is how I found myself in the front line of the chorus. I know some people would kill for that spot.
The music starts. It’s ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey. Oh my god! I’m in an episode of Glee.
The director demonstrates the moves. The hand waving fine. The circling your partner fine. The Jazz Square….wait the what square? That’s where things came to a halt.
I’ve never even taken an aerobics class because I can’t watch the teacher AND do the steps. My brain just doesn’t work that way. Maybe if I was in a quiet room for 20 minutes I could master the jazz square, but not on the fly.
My “partner” decided I just needed her to YELL the steps to me as I am doing them. Finally, mercifully, we did one complete run through of the routine. I don’t trip, crash into anyone or otherwise embarrass myself.
Assuming we are done I start edging towards the door.
Denied! The director thought we should all do it ONE more time. Hearing this another mother, grabs both her kids and literally runs for the door yelling “we’re late for another appointment.” Smart girl!
I gamely did one more version of the song and before the music stops I’m in the car. Next time I’ll just wait in the car.
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