On the first day, the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of informed me that he believed that I would fall, because I always fall. I told him in sheer stubborness that there was no way that I could fall because no where in the dance was there a place that would allow me TO fall.
It gets to be the duet for Mr. and Mrs. Darling. (I was Mr. Darling). And the girl had had 14 stitches in her knee, so we had not had a chance to practice for a bit.
It gets to be the very end of the dance, there is just one more lift. I am THRILLED that I have not fallen. And she forgets to jump. Her feet were where my feet needed to go. So I moved my feet as we practiced AND I TRIPPED OVER HER AND FELL!!!!
I lost it. I was laughing so hard.
Pirate on the Loose
Second night of the show.
We are lining up our baby gymnasts. And I had grabbed all the baby gymnasts that were in the room. We get them all ready to go on stage and the director turns to me, her eyes confused and wild. "We are missing one." And so I pull out my list and I look through it and I see.. we ARE missing one. I set my clipboard and radio down and take off running down the hall and run in and grab a Native American costume and inform a mom that we have to take her pirate costume off her NOW. So we change her in about 15 seconds and I pick up this four year old and just charge back down the hall. This four year old is just having the time of her life. But we did it. We got her on stage.
I think those are my two favorite stories. Overall the show went great. I did a lot of running. The kids had fun. I nailed my center splits jump. And it was a very successful running of the show.
Well I am off to sleep. Good night dear readers.