Our church will be holding a Music Camp for the youngsters this summer. For one week, the children learn the music for a 45 minute show, including hand motions and/or a few dance moves.
This will be Emme’s 3rd year, and Cailey’s first. It is a wonderful opportunity for the kids to learn about performing, in a setting that is glorifying to God. Emme has always enjoyed it and has been anxiously looking forward to it.
But, this year, she wanted to audition for a singing solo.
Because, entertainment is in her blood, y’all.
I pause to take a deep breath, and make a long distance phone call to my dad in Texas, apologizing once again, for all I put him and mom through.
By a stroke of good luck, the show our church is putting on, is the same one that the girls performed in with their Musical Theater Homeschool group last month.
So, they already know all the music. In fact, the entire family, plus the neighbors living 10 feet away on either side of us already know ALL THE MUSIC.
I’m pretty sure that I could stage the show myself, in my kitchen, and perform it in its entirety as a one woman extravaganza. Complete with curtain call. And the perfunctory refreshments afterwards.
Last weekend, the auditions for the solos were held at our church. Both Emme and Cailey were auditioning. I accompanied them, because that’s what a stage mom does. Besides, they can’t drive. As we arrived, and signed in, I saw notices posted everywhere that these were “closed” auditions. No stage mothers parents allowed.
Undaunted, I teamed up with my friend Brianna, whose daughter was auditioning with my girls. “Pssssst,” I stage whispered to her, after our girls entered the sanctuary, leaving us stage moms out in the cold, “I know where the catwalk is.” The catwalk looms directly above the sanctuary stage. Where the auditions were being conducted.
Her eyes lit up. This is why I love Brianna. She’s game for nearly any adventure. She’s the mother of twins, after all.
Hastily, we tiptoed down the long hallway, leading to the back room which housed the cat walk ladder. This gave me just enough time to really consider what we were about to do. My mind immediately goes into disaster mode, and I imagine the worse case scenario.
It’s a gift.
Forgetting the fact that I’m deathly afraid of heights, the catwalk is a bit precarious. I’ve never actually been up there. But, I do know that the only thing separating the cat walkee from certain death is a pole, disguising itself as a railing.
If Cailey was embarrassed by the events at the deli, just imagine her horror, when her only mother falls from the cat walk, and is splattered all over the stage. Just inches from her.
Just then, Plan B began to take form. I came to a screeching halt towards the end of the hall at a set of double doors. Brianna crashed into the back of me.
“Pssssst,” I stage whispered once again, “Check it out. If we press our eyeballs up to the crack in this door, we can have an birds eye view of the stage. And if we’re really really quiet, we’ll be able to actually HEAR them.”
Brianna looked relieved.
With faces pressed against the door, Brianna down on her knees, me up on tippy toes, we waited for our daughters to perform.
There was only one time that an uncontrollable fit of giggling nearly gave us away. We envisioned what it would be like if someone were to, say, bolt through those particular double heavy wooden doors. We’d both be sprawled across the hall, flat on our backs, because we would never see it coming.
The crack was quite small. I had to cup one hand over my left eye, in order to focus the right eye on the two feet of stage we could actually see.
Indeed, we did get to see the girls perform their songs. I could tell my girls were nervous. It was all I could do not to holler out, “SMILE! ATTA GIRL. YOU ROCK!” But, that would have given our position away.
Not like falling out of the rafters. But still.
All in all, they did well. We were very proud of them for having the courage to try. We haven’t heard about the outcome. But, the motto around here from my little divas in training is, “If I get it, I’ll praise Him. If I don’t, I’ll praise Him.”
And while I want my daughters to always have their hearts desires, I know they will face many disappointments. And how they handle those letdowns, will be a testimony to their character. It is in the failures that their resolve will be strengthened.
And this stage mother will be there to kiss away the tears, and to act as head cheerleader through the successes.
Always ready and willing to scale any heights to watch over them. 🙂