Confessions of a Show Choir Wannabe
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Last night I had to admit a painful truth to my friend, Amy. I had to confess that I tried out for, but did not make, the show choir when I was in high school.
And to make matters worse, I so desperately wanted to sing and dance and wear pretty costumes that even after one rejection, I tried out again the following year, only to be rejected. Again.
So it was with some painful trepidation and a lot of baggage that I went with Amy to the area "Show Choir Showcase" last night.
Apparently this is a really big event in our community because you need an actual ticket to get in, and if you don't have a ticket you have to sit in "overflow" in the gym and watch the entire two hour long extravaganza on a teeny-tiny little television screen. Who knew?
Certainly not me.
Thank goodness for my friend who graciously offered to give me her husband's ticket so I could go watch Maggie perform. Once again, Amy saved me from coming thisclose to wearing the Worst Mother of the Year crown.
Anyway, the Show Choir Showcase is an annual event highlighting all the district middle school's and high school's show choirs. Honestly, I didn't even know Maggie was in a show choir until last night. I thought her group was the Concert Choir because that's what they call it. Silly me.
Apparently they're grooming her for bigger and better things to come, and this so-called showcase is designed to get little girls' hopes up that they, too, can sing and dance and wear pretty costumes once they get into high school.
Be careful, girls! (Not that I'm bitter or anything.)
The event was actually very fun if you like seeing middle school girls in tight, swirly dresses wearing lots of make-up and middle school boys trying to clumsily dance around on the stage. Come to think of it, it was a blast!
But the highlight of the evening was seeing the high school groups perform, and I really do mean that. They were good. Really good.
One group in particular got my attention with their rendition of a song I had never heard before--something about "Trouts and Bass." Seriously. This was an all-girls group, and after their pretty swirly dress songs they quickly changed costumes into something that Ellie Mae might have worn on "The Beverly Hillbillies." (How DO they change so quickly?) And the highlight of the song was when the girls all came out with these really huge fish pillows--yes, pillows that looked like fish (you can purchase one a Cabela's if you're interested)--and started dancing around with them.
To be honest, it was a surreal moment, especially for me with the show choir baggage. In fact, the entire evening reminded me of an episode of "Glee."
When it was all over, we all piled into Amy's car to head home, and one of her daughters blurted out, "What was with the fish?!" We all kind of laughed about how strange the fish dance was and how some of the girls probably hated that dance with every fiber of their being, wishing that the stage had swallowed them whole it was that embarrassing.
It was at that moment that I left my show choir baggage on the steps of the high school and realized that I may not have made the "team," but I may have saved myself a boatload of embarrassment in the process.
And to make matters worse, I so desperately wanted to sing and dance and wear pretty costumes that even after one rejection, I tried out again the following year, only to be rejected. Again.
So it was with some painful trepidation and a lot of baggage that I went with Amy to the area "Show Choir Showcase" last night.
Apparently this is a really big event in our community because you need an actual ticket to get in, and if you don't have a ticket you have to sit in "overflow" in the gym and watch the entire two hour long extravaganza on a teeny-tiny little television screen. Who knew?
Certainly not me.
Thank goodness for my friend who graciously offered to give me her husband's ticket so I could go watch Maggie perform. Once again, Amy saved me from coming thisclose to wearing the Worst Mother of the Year crown.
Anyway, the Show Choir Showcase is an annual event highlighting all the district middle school's and high school's show choirs. Honestly, I didn't even know Maggie was in a show choir until last night. I thought her group was the Concert Choir because that's what they call it. Silly me.
Apparently they're grooming her for bigger and better things to come, and this so-called showcase is designed to get little girls' hopes up that they, too, can sing and dance and wear pretty costumes once they get into high school.
Be careful, girls! (Not that I'm bitter or anything.)
The event was actually very fun if you like seeing middle school girls in tight, swirly dresses wearing lots of make-up and middle school boys trying to clumsily dance around on the stage. Come to think of it, it was a blast!
But the highlight of the evening was seeing the high school groups perform, and I really do mean that. They were good. Really good.
One group in particular got my attention with their rendition of a song I had never heard before--something about "Trouts and Bass." Seriously. This was an all-girls group, and after their pretty swirly dress songs they quickly changed costumes into something that Ellie Mae might have worn on "The Beverly Hillbillies." (How DO they change so quickly?) And the highlight of the song was when the girls all came out with these really huge fish pillows--yes, pillows that looked like fish (you can purchase one a Cabela's if you're interested)--and started dancing around with them.
To be honest, it was a surreal moment, especially for me with the show choir baggage. In fact, the entire evening reminded me of an episode of "Glee."
When it was all over, we all piled into Amy's car to head home, and one of her daughters blurted out, "What was with the fish?!" We all kind of laughed about how strange the fish dance was and how some of the girls probably hated that dance with every fiber of their being, wishing that the stage had swallowed them whole it was that embarrassing.
It was at that moment that I left my show choir baggage on the steps of the high school and realized that I may not have made the "team," but I may have saved myself a boatload of embarrassment in the process.
