Sydney has been working on the school play. We really didn’t know how much. She’s so vague about what happens at school and we would have expected a school play to have after school rehearsals and she was never at those. We just didn’t expect much.
The play was The Mild, Mild West. Silly story about indians and white people, forced to exchange living arrangements by the federal government. The indians occupying the town, except the Teacup Saloon, where the dancing girls serve Earl Grey and chamomile.
Anyway, Sydney was the assistant director. In the last two days, she’d done more talking about the play than she had in the preceeding month. She was faced with all the difficulties that any assistant director, faced with too many responsibilities and a shortage of underlings would face.
We went to the play, but not with too many expectations.
Imagine our surprise when the first character on the stage was our little Sydney.
Dressed as the town sheriff. Carrying a clipboard with all her lines on it because she didn’t expect to be in the play.
With a goatee and side burns.
And, maybe enjoying it, just a little bit too much.
The play was cute, made cuter by the fact that our little girl was on stage. But, we still jokingly asked one another to please, just shoot me…because after all, it was a middle school production.
Some of the more outgoing actors, like Sydney, did great. The bad guys were really funny…Rusty, Dusty, and Cedric Bucket. And, the indians were hilarious and the townsfolk more reserved. The saloon girls were too modest and quiet.
But, we laughed and we did not go to sleep, so the whole thing was a success for all.
I asked her this morning if she realized that dressing as a man was drag. She did. And, she was proud of it.
Our multi-cultural girl.