Write about: the performance.
Yesterday was, without a doubt, so good:
Here are the skunks. Max is fourth from the left.
And here's Max with Miles after the show.
Considering they did auditions on Monday, had practices Tuesday to Thursday, and did their dress rehearsal on Friday, it was especially impressive what the kids pulled off with the help of their instructors.
Max loved it all and is quite certain that he will be in the lead role once he's old enough to pull it off (Robin Hood this year is 13). I can't wait to see what they do next year.
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Max does look thrilled to be a skunk (and I had no trouble picking him out in either picture, without your pointing, as he looks like he's the most excited one there!) Miles looks surprisingly happy to be next to a skunk,too ;-) I hope he gets to be the lead well before he turns 13 though!
The performance
Emma and Steve were still sat in the audience seats after what was left of the cast had been sent home and while the janitorial staff (a single, elderly woman called Megan. The Headmaster claimed that she met the School Board's criteria for diversity, while unfounded rumour had it that he was blackmailing her into working for free) cleaned up the blood and swept up the teeth. The was a metallic smell in the air that Emma was worried came from blood spatter they couldn't see in the less-well-lit parts of the auditorium, and since the Headmaster turned the heating off at 2pm the creeping chill from outside was well established inside now.
"It's cold enough to chase off a White Walker," said Steve, hugging himself. The tip of his nose had turned blue, which matched his eyes. If Emma hadn't been so cold herself she'd have found it endearing. "It's nights like this that make a man regretting coming to the Wall."
"WrongStart," said Emma. "We're still an educational establishment."
"Technically," said Steve. He blew on his hands to try and warm them, but the moisture from his breath condensed on his skin and froze into white rime.
"They haven't rescinded our certificate yet, and after the swimming lessons...."
"You have to wonder what blackmail the Headmaster has on them, then," said Steve. "I mean, there's rumours going about that the Mayor is going to recognise their underground kingdom as a new borough of Sixticton."
"Will they have to give up human sacrifice then, or will we have to start it?"
"Sixty-four million dollar question," said Steve. "Anyway, we need to finish reviewing this performance before the dress-rehearsal. At current rates of injuries we're not going to have enough children to be Merry Men."
"Why do they have to be merry? I mean, kids of that age shouldn't be drinking a whole bottle of whiskey each during the show, really, should they?"
"Yeah, but in the scene where Maid Marion castrates wicked King John, wouldn't you want to be dead drunk?"
"And that's another thing," said Emma. "We're running out of kids who've passed puberty."
Greg - yeah, Max was pretty thrilled with the whole thing. He keeps saying he wishes they could've performed the play more times.
Good lord. Not sure what else to say about this particular play. Just... good lord.
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