My 11-year-old daughter is in the midst of a stage career. Thus, her 42-year-old father is in the depths of the Dad version of that same career. With age comes wisdom, on and off the stage. Do I bring a seat cushion to comfort quartzite hard auditorium seats? You bet all of Broadway I do. As the kids say, "there is no shame in my game" (eye rolls from all the women I live with and maybe all the women on Planet Earth).
I realize the kids do not probably say that anymore. If anything, they text it. In a self-critique of my own modern communication style, I have been like a dormant volcano when it comes to blogging. I have not used this forum since the beginning of the calendar year. My typing fingers needed a boost and it came in an invitation to the ball.
I was in the crowd for four consecutive nights of Bishop McCort's performance of Cinderella. In my pantheon of favorite childhood characters, which has never been released, I can attest, Cinderella was not on the list. I am more Wolverine and Tazmanian Devil and less refined /pure in spirit man, woman, or beast. With that acknowledged, I learned a lot of life lessons as a musical goer this May. Congratulations to all the humans who brought Cinderella to life and provided the following in an entertaining springtime sequence:
Lesson #1: Pumpkins are for all seasons.
This fall to winter to whatever this is right now has felt extremely long. Of course, if you read through all my blogs, you would inevitably run into me criticizing unseasonable Johnstown weather. It is part of my Dad trajectory and an adult rite of passage. If you are in your 40s and do not frequently talk about the weather with friends and strangers alike, you are trending toward Cinderella's Crazy Marie, a wilderness woman who talks to herself and wears cabbage smelling garb.
I really did not remember much about the story of Cinderella going into this week, but I did know that a member of the gourd family turned into a vehicle, which is of course, implausible. With the current state of gas prices, soon I will be trying to turn a pumpkin into a carriage that does not require gasoline. Crazy Andy near the garage. Thinking these thoughts, I listened to high school students sing their hearts out about impossibility and possibility.
And that is the holding on to your pumpkin power. To give young people the opportunity to explore and entertain. To the students who starred as Cinderella and the Fairy Godmother, you had powerhouse performances and voices. Awesome stage presence that a younger audience can be inspired by. Ultimately believing, that anything is possible.
The year my first daughter was born, 2015, gas was $2.51 a gallon on average.
We can get back to this. Anything is possible?!?!?
Lesson #2: Surround yourself with good people.
Prince Topher's right hand man is Sebastian, who can best be described as a prick. The high school student who played Sebastian hit all the right notes, irritatingly announcing words and appearing as if his eyeballs were going to shoot out of his self-righteous skull. He is unconcerned about the plight of the poor while reading off a scroll and calling people "ragamuffins", one of the most ridiculous terms ever created.
The Prince grows increasingly suspicious of Sebastian, whose character faults often match up with adults on present-day, real-life power trips. Yet, for all generations and kingdoms, kindness overwhlems ridicule. And when you find the positive pack, run with them and far, far away from the ridicule roamers.
Finding a good woman is a start. I found mine.
And because of that previous sentence, I got to golf on Sunday. (Bravo, Bravo)
To the teenager who played Sebastian, outstanding prick performance.
Lesson #3: Support sisters.
On the stage for Cinderella, two real-life siblings played the roles of the zany stepsisters, Charlotte and Gabrielle. You could tell they were true sisters just by their shared, bombastic facial expressions and on-stage chemistry. They bounced around like kangaroos in dresses, wildly chattering about the state of their imaginations or lack there of.
My daughters are 26 months apart and like Charlotte and Gabrielle, they have grown up together - hopefully in a more supportive environment (Madame, evil caregiver, not much care given and a ridicule champion). My youngest has often followed her big sister while creating her own path; over her sister's musical weekend, she had three softball games...which strikes the perfect balance of sport and theatre and parents going insane in a 72-hour time block.
No matter what recreational or professional path they choose, Mom and Dad will be there to cheer them on. To the sisters who played Charlotte and Gabrielle, good luck with whatever road you go down and thanks for the on-stage comedy and connection.
Lesson #4: The music never ends.
My firstborn is building a stellar musical career and that is a testatment to the community. From Schoolhouse Rock! to Fiddler on the Roof to The Wizard of Oz to Cinderella, the common theme has been the fact that she has been surrounded by a tremendous cast of characters. And over those musical years there certainly has been strife and heartache in our part of the world and across our globe. Yet, the heartbeat of a community sometimes is best heard in a song; in lockstep choreography; in storytelling that only young people can tell.
It starts with dedicated and inspired adults giving those young people an opportunity. I have tremendous admiration and gratitude for the men and women who give kids the musical start, direction, and guidance the world so greatly needs. To Cinderella's musical director, thank you for the years of frenzied commitment to our daughters. All three of you are great and share the quality of being, well, as Crazy Marie is described by Cinderella,"nuts".
And I do admit that I did not need to see the Rodgers and Hammerstein Cinderella for a fifth consecutive night. I had enough - the right amount of enough. I look forward to the next stageshow and maybe, just maybe, Wolverine or Taz will be made into a Broadway production. After all, the Cinderella story is one of hope.
Congratulations to all those local kids who sing and dance their way to the school year finish line.
As the Fairy Godmother exclaims, "There is music in you".
