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Monday, June 26, 2006

Move over Mama Rose

From day one, I knew that my little Queenie was down with the drama. Commencing the moment she burst from my loins (that's another story, y'all), she began to wail dramatically and to continue with this wailing for a good, solid 60-90 minutes. I've got it on video, natch. And it's been nothing but drama ever since.

It really shouldn't come as any surprise that Stanky has followed suit. Particularly when I look back at videos of her early months, starring a dancing, twirling, gyrating Queenie and co-starring a tiny, studious, on-looking Stanky. I say studious because I think she literally studied every.last.move, technique, tear and dance move that Queenie staged from the moment she could focus.

Stanky taught me an important lesson early on. I don't know nothing from drama. If Queenie is the Drama Queen of the house, Stanky must be some kind of Drama Overlord. I actually fear the Scooby-drama in my future. She is shaping up to be her sisters-squared (to the Nth power).

How do I manage to survive in this house of histrionics, you want to know? I do what any smart, self-respecting mother would do. Try to squeeze a buck out of it somehow.

Not immediately, of course, I'm not going to sell them to the gypsies, despite my threats to do exactly that. No. This is all about investing in the future. So I signed them up for Children's Theater. Stanky's gonna need stage experience to be the self-proclaimed "rock star" that she plans to be. And, I mean, let's be realistic, as cute as they are, these kids aren't likely to be discovered walking down the streets of The No.

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So. Children's Theater. A few hundred bucks and hours and hours of rehearsals later, they had their stage debut last week. Can I just say fan.fuckin.tabulous? My kids, that is. I didn't really pay much attention to the parts of the play my kids weren't in. As flighty as that sounds, it was very difficult since I had a teething, talking, tantrum-esque toddler in my lap. At some point, I had to actually leave my seat and walk around with her, but that's neither here nor there.

Back to the girls. I don't see why this should be surprising to me in the slightest since I see them perform every.single.day. In front of the big screen tv. That isn't quite big enough when a 5 year old and 10 year old are dancing right in front of it. And yet, it was surprising. Because they are kids after all. And, also, I didn't watch rehearsals. I had to stop that early on in the process because Mama Rose? Has nothin' on me. Fortunately, I was able to see how destructive my presence was to Queenie's creative process, so I used those hours every week to spend alone time with Scooby and let the chips fall where they may.

It was a good decision. Stanky delivered her two lines ("What a geek. Destructo boy!") loudly and with unbelievable clarity, looking directly at the audience. Queenie had significantly more lines and stole scenes she was in even when she didn't speak. That's my girl(s)!

I imagine this will be only the beginning for Queenie, who will likely audition for the company's production of Pocahontas next month. I don't know about Stanky. Her whining about having to go to rehearsal and deciding to quit the play every other week was draining. She may have to wait until she's a little older before I resume grooming her to be my eventual gravy train. On the other hand, what's a Diva-in-training to do if not act a little diva-ish?

posted by *******DIANE******* @ 2:26 PM

1 Comments:

At 3:21 PM, Anonymous said…

They've got talent alright! They also have plenty of drama to express. Wheather it's on the stage or at home.
As the honorary auntie, I to was very proud. So much so I think I got misty eyed. Just don't tell them that. Especially my Dairy Fairy. I don't know if she'll think crying is cool or not. You know how it is with drama queens. You never know how they'll react. Maybe she inhierited that from me.

always cool like that,
bebe