The oompa-loompas came out last night. Finally the day of the show arrived. Ballet/dance school was putting on Charlie and the Golden Ticket. It was an "interesting" night (I now have an increased amount of sympathy for my parents who used to watch my shows). As well as children the school does adult tap and adult jazz. Men were remarkable by their absence, obviously it is a real girls night out. Anyway, I digress. "A" was an oompa-loompa, and dressed up appropriately.
Apparently, and I hadn't realised this, oompa-loompas spend a lot of time playing the maraccas. At least so it seemed last night.
The amazing thing was how much "A" enjoyed it. She got a real buzz out of being on stage and didn't seem phased by it at all (usual parent thing coming up) and knew her stuff better than anyone else in her class. Her part was finished in the first half but she insisted on staying for the second half. She loved watching every moment. After the finale there were a lot of thank yous and flowers given out. Then we were given the option of seeing the finale again. "A"s face lit up, she just didn't want it to end.
The amazing thing was how much "A" enjoyed it. She got a real buzz out of being on stage and didn't seem phased by it at all (usual parent thing coming up) and knew her stuff better than anyone else in her class. Her part was finished in the first half but she insisted on staying for the second half. She loved watching every moment. After the finale there were a lot of thank yous and flowers given out. Then we were given the option of seeing the finale again. "A"s face lit up, she just didn't want it to end.
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