On December 29th., we will make our way to Burlington Arts Centre. It's a five hundred-seat theatre. My grand-daughter Stephanie is playing the starring role of Aladdin, in pantomime of that name.
We have attended plays in high school , at Guelph University, at LittleTheatre ( an old movie house) on Fergus High Street and the musical"Grease "in a Sudbury theatre where the seats were made for Hobbits.
Stephanie has played many roles.. This one was a surprise.
The audition was for the role of Princess , Everyone who knows pantomime, knows the romantic lead is the secondary role.
Her eyes shone with excitement when she came home.
"Grannie, I got the role of Aladdin."
Having played pantomime, as a child, directed by her grandfather, significance of the male role played by a female in British farce was not lost.
Before she could walk, Saturday Night Dance Party was her favourite T.V. show. She swayed to the music from an upright kneeling position.
When she could talk, she informed anyone who chose to
listen , she was going to be A STAR .
As an adult student at Guelph, there was never any doubt drama would be a major.
But life got in the way.
Ten years were invested in a personal relationship which took her to live in Sudbury where his career was taking shape.
Sudbury is not the best place to pursue a career in drama.
The relationship ended unexpectedly.
Dark days ensued.
She came home like a little bird with a broken wing.
I knew it would heal.
She could not imagine it.
It was hard. But slightly less so each day.
Then came the successful audition in Burlington.
And rehearsals.
Each time she came home exhilarated.
"I know I am exactly where I'm supposed to be "
I know exactly how that feels.
The play has played three times . Each time with an audience, the small company acquires finesse. Pantomime is a participatory process.
An audience is key
If she never does it again, she knows. .
She is A STAR
A long way from little bird with a broken wing limping home from Sudbury.
That is even better than the wondrous Christmas tree!
ReplyDeleteSomeone else will give her flowers at the end of the show. She will be just fine. Just like Grandma.
ReplyDeleteIt isn't that we never fall or crash. It's that we pick ourselves back up again.
ReplyDeleteConfusius says it much better.