Oliver...

So I haven't blogged for a while. The girls were in "Oliver",with their favorite director Miss Jone' of Theatre Kidz Inc. Met lots of great, talented kids and I became reacquainted with old friends. Kate had a lot of fun telling people that this was her 14th show. I just can't believe how fast time flies.

By the fourth and final performance, this particular parent was DONE. I was tired. I wanted to not see a green room full of children for a long, long time.(No the room's not green!) I knew what my assingment was for strike, collect and bag all props. Jone' had us all organized. The kids had just finished their final bows, starting to trickle through back stage on their way out to see all of their fans, when a loud noise split the air.

Oh, for the love of a Pete! Not the fire alarm. My first thought was which kid did it? Nice, right! Definitely not looking on the brighter side of things. My second thought was where's Sydney? I went through the theatre. I looked backstage. NO Sydney in sight.

You might ask if I was worried about Kate? No, I knew that Kate would take care of herself. That child of mine has a great sense of self preservation. I was sure I would find her telling the other children her age exactly how to get out of the building. Syd on the other hand likes to cuddle her knees, hide her head and cry. She sits in her room and cries, she sits in the kitchen and cries, it doesn't matter if she's sad, angry, or really mad she just cries. Okay maybe moaning is more appropriate term in some situations. That's just the way Syd rolls.

So me what do I do while this all runs through my head? Well I kept looking for her, in between the seats, behind the curtains, in the green room, no Syd. I had to leave the building without her. I was panicking. Panick attacks aren't fun. I just plain don't like them and I hope that you never have had or have one. At least there was a cause for this one.

I went outside and started looking through the actors. Saw Kate right away, for her this was an adventure. Remember when things like fire drills were fun? Still no Syd. Then the crowd parted and I saw her in the middle of a group of older girls.

Of course Miss Megan who is only a Freshman, a big sister to three wild, fun and crazy brothers, a talented singer, dancer, and actor had her. I got teary eyed. I hugged Syd to me. Relief is such a great feeling. I thanked the girls, I thanked God, I was in a great state of thanks. We heard the fire trucks coming. Everything was fine, no fire. The set strike continued after the building was released for use.

Megan came up to me later and said "Oh, Miss Susan I forgot to tell you what Syd said. She was hiding her head sitting on stage(see I know my girl) and I went to pick her up. She said,Thank you for picking me up. I was scared that I was going to trip on my skirt and fall. Then the fire would lick me and eat me all up." Thank goodness for kindhearted kids like Miss Megan. There is nothing like a little drama to end a great show.

Our workhouse child, waifelike isn't she?

Workhouse child and Fagin's boy Kate was great!

All pictures courtesy of Charlene. I didn't have time to grab my purse on the way out, actually I didn't even bring my camera on Sunday. What a slacker.

Where was Paige? The little monster was home with John since I can't keep her off the stage. A big thanks to John for tending the tyrant while I was gone this weekend.