Last night, Saturday night we met up with the widower of our late friend, the Fijian Indian, to celebrate his birthday at a pub. Ten people were there to celebrate, although most did not know it was his birthday. It was a great evening, and R won $40 on the pokie machines, well $45 but he put $5 back in and then sensibly took the $40.
Sunday morning we were up early to see great nieces' perform their dance routines, starting at 10am, an hour's drive away. It was a three and a half hour show with a twenty minute intermission and it was really terrific. The costumes were amazing, most of the performers really good. It was not unlike a School Spectacular. It was so professionally presented. Little Em, at about two and a half years old had two gigs, one as a doggie in How Much is that Doggie in the Window, and in another performance where she was mermaid. She was the youngest performer and didn't do too badly.
During the finale, family made the mistake of calling out to her, and so she knew where we were in the audience and kept moving from her stage position towards us. One of the senior performers pulled her back and took her offstage and then brought her back in her arms on the far side of the stage.
The whole thing would be repeated in the afternoon and we did not have the stamina for another three and a half hours, mostly the same but with some differences, so we missed seeing the oldest four year old great niece perform. They will be in the same group next year, so if we go, we will see them both.
The performances were of quite a high standard, costumes just brilliant, the lighting, sound and staging great. We had ballet, jazz ballet, hip hop, tap, rap, and all things in between. Did I mention that we saw three and a half hours of it.
Notes: The Frankston Civic Centre is great. Dance Lab, with a hundred or two hundred students is really good. There was a good bit of tap dancing, which I thought might have been old fashioned. Tap dancers cannot exit the stage quietly. It was disappointing to see only about six boys among the hundred plus performers. None of them had the flair that is required for an on stage career. The oldest, a teenage lad, only performed in one rap number and the finale, and he was really quite good, and there was nothing feminine about his performance and so many young lads could do the same. Boys can be effeminate ballet dancers and can just dance brilliantly to rap music, and I expect some things in between. Get your sons and grandsons onto stage, Mrs Worthington.
Casting back two or three decades, for a number of years at the same venue we saw Firefighting Nephew, Oldest Niece and Hippie Niece perform on the same stage. Now we see their children. All has changed, but nothing has changed.