that a high school musical production in a small town school can't be terrific. I know, since I attended one near Pinehurst, NC Saturday night. My younger grandson - he of the wonderful musical talent and trombone player extraordinaire - was in their production of "The Music Man."
I took one still photo and quite a few videos, but I still haven't figure out how to get my camera's videos in a format that Blogger will accept. You'll just have to believe me - the cast was really good; no one flubbed their lines (that we could tell) and the singing was at the very least, acceptable.
I was surprised by the number of costume changes. It hadn't occurred to me before, but I did not expect that in a school production. Someone (or several) was/were kept quite busy making long dresses and decorating hats. Biiiiiiiig hats...with plumes and bows and netting....lol....like you might see at the KY Derby or Churchill Downs. When I was in our junior class play, back in the dark ages, I had two costumes - but then I played 2 parts (tiny ones). The sets were quite nice; made by adults instead of the art students who painted them when I was in school. And oddly enough, when they were between scenes, you didn't hear a lot of footsteps or furniture moving behind the curtains. That impressed me. Of course, I can't hear all that well - so maybe there was noise and I didn't hear it.
Several students really stood out, and I can believe they might end up in show biz someday. We had to wait until the very end of the show to see our grandson's part - he was one of the trombone players in the finale. They didn't have 76 of them, but it sure sounded like it, and they led the parade down the aisles and onto the stage and back again.
I do wish I had taken a photo to show you since he got his braces off. He was always handsome, but now he could be making commercials (as could his siblings and cousins!) He has grown since I saw him, not long ago- now he is 6'1" and not 16 yet (although that comes soon.) The voice I last heard him speak with has changed too and now it is deep and mellifluous. I am not toooooo proud, am I?