Little Mermaid

Way back in November, about a week after East High finished its production of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, auditions were held for The Little Mermaid. Emma (who goes by Lyn at school), really was hoping for the role of Flounder, Ariel's sidekick fish. She thought Scuttle the seagull would also be fun. She didn't get either role, and was a little bummed about that. However, what she did get was awesome. 

Emma was cast as Arista, one of Ariel's sisters. I knew that once she got going with the rehearsals she would quickly get caught up in the fun of being a part of this ensemble. I knew it would mean fabulous costumes and a really great group of girls, and some lines and even a little solo singing. I was not wrong. Of course there were some frustrating days here and there, but overall it was a great experience. 

The performances were in February - five total, including a Saturday matinee featuring all the understudies so they had a chance to shine. I had to confess to being quite impressed with Emma's solo singing lines. She did great. And the mersisters had a couple of songs with really great harmonies. Proud of my little alto! My purple-haired alto.

The most dedicated theater mom is so cute - she headed up the concessions and dressed up a few times, including as Ursula:

We had a mini EHS reunion one evening - Nick's mom Heather, Annie, mom of Scuttle, me, and Eliza all ended up at one show and spend intermission reminiscing and enjoying each other's company.

Grateful to Sam and Kathleen who made the trip from DayBreak to see the show.

In previous shows I've tried to be a little more involved with costumes and stuff like that. I could only take on a few little jobs this time since my certification exam was so close. Instead I accepted the request to make dinner on one of the long dress rehearsal nights. I always think I'm going to keep it simple and easy and it just NEVER is. There is always some disaster or another. I can't get pulled pork to pull, I spill cheese sauce all over my oven, I forget plates....whatever. It's always a stressful mess. This particular time I was really grateful that the rehearsal went long because it allowed me to rescue a few disasters. However, it did mean that the mac-n-cheese was kind of cold. So what did I do? I went and found the drama teacher's heat gun in his shop and waved it over the pans of noodles for a good 15 minutes while I was waiting for dinner to start. That was a new adventure.

As always seems to be the case, the play took up a lot of time and energy and emotion, and was simultaneously filled with joy and memory making that makes it all so much fun.