Theatrics

Over the past month, Ella and Sophia took their first foray into show business. Along with their three neighbor friends from down the street, Lilly, Lucy and Sally, they wrote, directed, produced, and starred in their first play. Yup, a real, live, actual play, complete with scene changes, sound effects, costumes, props, songs, and even audience participation. The show, called SWANG (the main character's name was Celia, but her nickname was Swang, because of her love for swang dancing), had two performances, put on at the park behind our house. I'm not sure they got an entertainment permit from the City of Fort Collins, but, whatever.

The Promo flier

Every day after school and on most of their free weekend days, the five girls collaborated on putting together the performance. They posted fliers around the neighborhood mailboxes and told everyone they knew about it. They charged admission (parents of the performers were, graciously, allowed in free) and a small fee for other items, and each of my kids ended up making $7.50 each.

The first show began at 4:30 pm on Saturday, November 8, and the second one was scheduled for the same time on November 9 but the producers smartly moved it to 3:00 to avoid the twin plagues of darkness and cold. The production team, however, was prepared: they provided chairs, blankets, flashlights and snacks. The kids ate most of the food, chips, fruit punch and mints—purchased with their own money at the dollar store—but there was plenty for everyone.

In addition to Tanya and me and the neighbor girls' parents, a few other neighbors and friends came to the performance, having seen the signs and heard the chatter within the local arts scene (aka, our street). Even a high school junior who lives four houses down came by for the second showing. Tanya's mom attended on Sunday, and stayed for the post-production party in our kitchen, which got a tad rowdy. To my knowledge, nobody arranged for bottle service, got drunk on Cristal or tweeted racy photos. And I have no idea if TMZ was hiding in our pantry.

Had there been media there, I'm sure this would be a likely sampler their reviews:

"A five-star performance! I wanted to SWANG from the rafters!" —the Fort Collins Coloradoan.

"A breathtaking, wonderful and heartwarming debut performance! I laughed, cried...and shivered." —the Denver Post.

"Jump up and applaud for SWANG! Bravo!" —the Colorado Spring Gazette.

SWANG was part musical, part comedy, and part tragedy. Ella described it as, "An Adventure in Magical-ness," which seemed about right. The actors were both serious and improvisational, and when they messed up their lines, they didn't panic. They were, at times, hilarious, especially when they didn't mean to be. Each of the five actors had significant roles, including "backstage" jobs. I was also particularly impressed with the singing voices (especially Lucy's) in addition to a distinct lack of fear in the spotlight from all five of the players.

As one would expect of 5- to 11-year-olds, the plot was a bit hard to follow at times (something about fairies in the woods, dancing and a lurking evil something-or-other). But that really wasn't important. What impressed me most was the organization and dedication it took to make the show happen. They devoted themselves to a creative task and saw it through to completion. Each one of them branched out, put aside fear of embarrassment or failure, and surely discovered something about themselves they never knew, while having a lot of fun doing it.

That alone deserves rave reviews.