In the early 2000's our son turned ten and he was cast as Pinocchio in the school production. He was very pleased of course to be given the lead part, or one of them, and even more pleased that his girl crush at the time, Elise (not her real name) was cast as the Blue Fairy. There were many rehearsals and each day he'd come home with tales of the day's events, especially involving Elise. One day he came home not quite as cheerful as usual. Apparently there's a part in the play where Pinocchio and the Blue Fairy are supposed to hug. When it came time for this to happen, our son had said to Elise:'Do you want to do the hug part?'
She answered 'not really' and our son said 'Me either'.
I think though, that had she said yes, he would have been quite happy to hug and I think he was a bit disappointed.
However, the performance went smoothly, our son received lots of praise, including from a well-known theatre and movie personality in Adelaide. A truly memorable night.
Fast forward a couple of years and our son was cast in yet another school production; this time the end of the year Christmas do. Our son played an Elvis- inspired Father Christmas/Santa. This was performed out in the quadrangle (part of the school-yard), so of course during rehearsals many of the smaller children walking past had a chance to see our son, who was in year 6 at the time. Lots of these little people decided that he was their flavour of the month and they became his groupies. Our son would come home and say: 'I'm sick of these little kids following me around, calling me Santa or Elvis'.
'Are you sure about that' I said. Deep down I think he rather liked it.
The day of the performance turned out to be a balmy evening in early December, with very little breeze. The purple Jacarandas were glowing with the evening sun,as were the lovely tall gum trees. We were really impressed with our son's version of Elvis, considering the fact that he was generally unfamiliar with Elvis, although no doubt his teacher would have shown the class a video.
He was Elvis/Santa, right through the songs up until his farewell;'Thank you. Thank you very much.'
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HumorA random collection of quirky pieces and limericks that don't fit into any of my other stories, so I've given them a book of their own. They're a bit out of left field; a lot like me.
