On Not Getting the Part

We are so crazy-lucky to have this fantastic REAL, LIVE dance instructor on our base (for a few years anyway) who is also incredibly ambitious, creative, and organized. I couldn’t be happier about her husband being stationed here, and I will likely cry for a couple months after she leaves. She’s that great. Thanks to Miss Jillian, Claire has had the opportunity the last few years to fall in love with dance and with musical theater, and to come out of her little shell quite a lot.

So this year, the big show is going to be “Peter Pan,” which Claire has seen about 1000 times, thanks to her father, who is obsessed with THIS movie version of it. I swear he picks this movie every time it’s his turn to pick on movie night. (Yes, he and I are in the rotation for choosing movies. Otherwise, it would be Barbie and action-hero movies every Friday night. We’re responsible for making sure these kids get cultured, right?? I mean, they’ve gotta see Goonies! :-))

So of course, she REALLY, REALLY, REALLY wanted to be Wendy. And truth be told, the kid has a lot of potential. I’m completely unbiased, of course, but I must say she can seriously sing (she has perfect pitch and a vibrato–she’s 7! What the heck??), she reads beautifully and with all kinds of expression, and her memory is astounding. (Thanks to Awana, she probably has about 50 passages of Scripture memorized, including Psalm 23 and all the books of the Old and New Testament.) She’s pretty amazing, I think. Sorry, this is turning into a bragging-about-Claire blog. Sorry. Shifting gears.

But she’s only 7. She JUST turned 7. And her teacher most likely doesn’t know she has that kind of memory. (I don’t brag about that to her, as tempted as I might be to write it on her audition form each and every time, or to slip it in a conversation. How weird am I?) But there are a lot of other girls in the program too. Claire’s one of the younger ones. So mother’s intuition told me that she most likely wasn’t going to get a big part this time around, but her time will come someday!

So I have been gently chiding her not to get upset if she doesn’t get the part she wanted. You know, gave her the whole scripted talk about being grateful for getting any role at all, and that all roles are important. Yada, yada, yada.

So her teacher called today to let us know that she got the part of John, Wendy’s brother. Pretty great, I think!!!! But still, I was a little worried about telling her. She tends to be on the emotional side sometimes, and my heart breaks when hers even hurts a little.

So I told her in the car, when I couldn’t look her in the eye, coward that I am. (I was in the front seat; she was sitting in the back, back to me.) Immediately, she let out this horrible, dramatic SOBBING CRY and exclaimed, “I wanted to be Wendy!!!” And I was like, “Oh, honey! We talked about this…”

And then she started CRACKING UP and said, “I got you!!!” And she totally did. She got me. My little budding actress fooled me solid. 🙂

About cashclan

Lisa is a grateful, born-again follower of Jesus Christ who has spent her adult life on the Gospel in several global contexts. She is the wife of one wonderful, jungle-gym of a man, who is to her the single most ravishing piece of flesh on planet earth (stolen good-heartedly from Christine Caine). She is a dedicated home educator to their four beautiful children, ages 6 to 12, whom she would be happy to gush over any time. She is an avid reader and a storyteller, an aspiring writer, a missionary to the nations and a singer of His praises, a loyal friend, an obsessive-compulsive Googler, and comedienne extraordinaire on her best days. She would also like to think that she is a loyal and loving, truth-telling friend.
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1 Response to On Not Getting the Part

  1. Starr says:

    That story is awesome. She is so cool.

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