The start of the holiday season is a perfect time to get out with the family to see a play or take in a musical. Plus, it’s also the time of year for the relentless pursuit of gift ideas. Soundtracks or DVDs of your favorite shows are tailor made to stuff stockings, for the kids, the husband—or maybe even yourself.
Truth be told, the show is awful. The characters have no morals. In the first season, the married teacher kissed another teacher. The head cheerleader got pregnant. The wife faked her pregnancy and tried to buy the cheerleader’s baby. And yet, when they sing, stop the presses. They raise the roof and add life to old exhausted songs. I’m hooked.
But the kids and I couldn’t stop playing it in the car. Soon they knew all the words (even though the show is waaaaay off limits) and had their own solos. A week or so later, my husband was with us in the car again.
“I heard the Journey version on the radio,” he said. “And I wanted to hear the Glee one instead.”
He was converted. Endless repetition really does work.
She Took the Midnight Train
I like to support my friend though. So this month on a Sunday afternoon, I drove my two 30 minutes out to this local high school to see Bella and Lucy in the Wizard of Oz. The kids loved it and the show was well done with great singing and acting.
In fact, so well done that the Wicked Witch’s cackles gave me a wicked headache. Pretty authentic, eh?
Sadly, it made my daughter question our family ways.
“Why can’t I be in plays Mom?” she asked. I didn’t want to tell her it was because her mom is lazy so I explained our family five-minute/one activity rule to her again. I think she accepted it.
After the performance, we gathered in the lobby where all the actors and audience socialized over cookies (make that ran around like winged monkeys). Meggan told a funny story.
Before the show the director pulled the kids together for some quiet contemplation to prep them for the performance. During the silence, a child in the group started singing,
“Just a small town girl…” Soon the kids were all singing together “…living in a lonely world…”
All the way to the end. It was touching Meggan said. Seems all the moms own the soundtrack. The director, however, must have missed the Glee craze.
He turned to a person beside him and asked, “Why are they singing Journey?” Perhaps, the soundtrack would make a good Christmas gift for him.
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