Friday, April 30, 2010

It's all in the interpretation

So I made it through the talent show. Last year, Liv sang alone and was on near the
end of the program. I was nervous the whole time. This year, she sang with a friend and earlier
on in the show and it was much better on my nerves. They sounded great. She definitely didn't
get her pipes from me. They waited till almost the very end of the show to put the girl, Demi,
on to sing about her mom who'd died. What none of us expected who'd heard about Wednes-
day's rehearsal was that they were going to bring out a huge portrait of the woman and place
it on an easel as her daughter sang to the photo. Yup, I was tearing up before the music even
started. Her mom was an absolutely stunning blonde woman with a megawatt smile and in
the photo, she is hugging a large black and white "tuxedo" cat who bore an uncanny resemblance
to a certain "Buckwheat" some of you may remember. So of course, the tissues came out. The
audience was silent through the whole song and the girl got the only standing ovation of the night.
When the show ended, Olivia's friend came back by her mom, who was near me, and told me
Olivia got hysterical during that song. Then she said, "well not hysterical but she was crying bad."
The mom thing kicked in and all I could think about was finding Liv to see if she was OK. I turned
to go find her
and she was walking up the aisle with her eyes a bit teary but composed. So of course, my heart
is breaking thinking this poor, sweet kid was wondering if she could be in a similar position some
day because Tim has cancer. So we talk about the performance and it turns out, the cat reminded
her of when we lost our Sophie dog and apparently, that's what got her. Ya know, you just can't
assume anything with kids. They'll surprise you every time. I'm not sure yet if I have the whole
story of course. There's still a chance she would not come out and say it if she was thinking something else too but I don't want to push the issue. If it was all about Sophie, we'll go with that for sure. Luckily, they wrapped up the show with a
very funny act so we all didn't leave ready to off ourselves. 3 boys took the stage in black shirts,
tight black leggings, and black, lady's shoes and danced to Beyonce's "All the single ladies" doing the moves they do in the video. Flippin' hysterical. It was a fun night and these kids are so darn
brave. And this year, just like last year, a girl who you'd least expect got up and knocked everybody out with an unbelievable voice. Half of my softball team performed tonight. We
had to cancel our game because of this show. All I can say is, I wish to heck they could field
as well as they can sing. We'd be in good shape. Sigh.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

When I went to my first blood support group meeting it was the Christmas party. An elderley gentleman got up to say what the group meant to him. It turned out his wife had passed away of MM the previous January, 3 months after dx. A year of about 14 was taken out by her dad in tears. Because MM is still described as an older person's disease I assumed it was that seeing the old chap upset when he did seem very nice, although he had illicited a hug from me when he arrived on the basis that he'd hugged her mum and the lady next to me even though I said I'm not normally that forward with total strangers, fortunately his hands stayed in appropriate places. It later turned out that her mum had MM (five years so far I think). Her younger sister was fine and she rallied later.

Olivia had obviously seen the performance before, maybe it was a bit of everything, the pic, the cat and that you were there watching it. I find sometimes things like that are easier to deal with if someone you love isn't seeing it too.

Anonymous said...

I meant a girl of about 14 not a year! I think I need to get another job - typing is obviously not my forte. Word of the day is prufreid.

Susie Hemingway said...

Lovely post taking me back to time long ago watching our boys over the years, with heart in mouth, willing them to do well and for them to be satisfield after all their practising. How funny it is that if it is a chorus the only child you see is yours.
My very best wishes, you sound like a lovely Mum x

Steven L. Ritter said...

We spent many a night watching our kids do these things. Memories...

You are right, you never know what they are thinking or what impacts them. When they get older and have kids of their own you will have a chance to sit down one night and really find out what was happening in their lives. The stories will surprise and delight you.