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Mar. 30th, 2012 10:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWe survived the dance show. When it was time to drop Delia off before the show, she started crying and wouldn't let me leave, so I stuck around and watched while the teacher ran a rehearsal in the hallway. He was hoping to give each kid a chance to do a little solo dance, but he needed a much longer song to make that work (about twice as long).
Delia finally let me go about ten minutes after the show had actually started. I made my way to the auditorium and was lucky enough to find an empty seat in the front row of the second tier. I'd missed a couple of numbers and hadn't gotten a copy of the program, so I had no idea how long things were going to run. If I'd had a program, I probably would have been counting down the numbers.
Scott's parents attended the show. Scott sat with them. The original plan was for me to join them after dropping Delia off, but there was no way I could have found them in the dark. I called Scott about ten minutes before the show started to warn him that I wouldn't be coming.
When Delia's class came in, they did pretty well. Delia didn't get a solo. The song wasn't long enough. She doesn't seem to have minded. I think maybe a third to half the kids got a chance to dance. At the end, the teacher did a little showy stuff and then had his two year old dance a little. The two year old was a great hit, doing a couple of head stands and generally showing off.
Delia's teacher marched the kids out of the auditorium then back in then out again then back in again. It was distracting. Somewhere in there, he gave permission to the kids who'd spotted their families to go join them. Delia had seen me, and there was, fortunately, an empty seat next to me, so she sat with me for the rest of the show. That meant that she wasn't part of the group that went up on stage at the end of the show, but she didn't seem to mind. (The going up on stage at the end was a prolonged process with each class in the show marching up separately to be introduced. Well, each separate class except the break dancing classes. They were introduced as a single group.)
It's a pity that the only dance class that's ever been offered at Delia's school is break dancing. I think she might enjoy some other style more, and the numbers the other groups did were considerably better planned and rehearsed than the break dancing number. Of course, all of those other groups were single classes who'd had weeks of working together.
We'd originally planned to go out for dessert after the show, but Scott was scheduled to be at work at three a.m., so we decided to postpone dessert until tonight or even tomorrow. It was still nine thirty by the time Delia got to bed and close to ten by the time Scott did. Fortunately, when he called to check after getting up at two, they told him they didn't need him to come in, so he was able to go back to bed for a few more hours.
Delia finally let me go about ten minutes after the show had actually started. I made my way to the auditorium and was lucky enough to find an empty seat in the front row of the second tier. I'd missed a couple of numbers and hadn't gotten a copy of the program, so I had no idea how long things were going to run. If I'd had a program, I probably would have been counting down the numbers.
Scott's parents attended the show. Scott sat with them. The original plan was for me to join them after dropping Delia off, but there was no way I could have found them in the dark. I called Scott about ten minutes before the show started to warn him that I wouldn't be coming.
When Delia's class came in, they did pretty well. Delia didn't get a solo. The song wasn't long enough. She doesn't seem to have minded. I think maybe a third to half the kids got a chance to dance. At the end, the teacher did a little showy stuff and then had his two year old dance a little. The two year old was a great hit, doing a couple of head stands and generally showing off.
Delia's teacher marched the kids out of the auditorium then back in then out again then back in again. It was distracting. Somewhere in there, he gave permission to the kids who'd spotted their families to go join them. Delia had seen me, and there was, fortunately, an empty seat next to me, so she sat with me for the rest of the show. That meant that she wasn't part of the group that went up on stage at the end of the show, but she didn't seem to mind. (The going up on stage at the end was a prolonged process with each class in the show marching up separately to be introduced. Well, each separate class except the break dancing classes. They were introduced as a single group.)
It's a pity that the only dance class that's ever been offered at Delia's school is break dancing. I think she might enjoy some other style more, and the numbers the other groups did were considerably better planned and rehearsed than the break dancing number. Of course, all of those other groups were single classes who'd had weeks of working together.
We'd originally planned to go out for dessert after the show, but Scott was scheduled to be at work at three a.m., so we decided to postpone dessert until tonight or even tomorrow. It was still nine thirty by the time Delia got to bed and close to ten by the time Scott did. Fortunately, when he called to check after getting up at two, they told him they didn't need him to come in, so he was able to go back to bed for a few more hours.
