The show must go on

The Wizard of Oz was the production of choice for the end of term; one of my least favourite but we put our all into it as it would be the last production ever at the school. My class were Munchkins and the strains of their special song permeated my brain for days.
The final performance was on the Thursday evening and, of course, the hall was packed. The many hours of rehearsal paid off and the children gave a wonderful show, culminating at the end with their final song. I couldn't see most of the audience but I would guess that many were tearful and maybe the sight of their parents battling with emotions was the catalyst for the children. It started with one of the junior girls and quickly spread. Children were up there, on the stage, tears flowing but voices singing. As they came to the end of their song, the applause came but the children were still up there battling with their emotions in full view of everyone. Fortunately, the Year 6 teacher had the presence of mind to call them down off the stage for a group hug followed in a few moments by an encore in a less emotional frame of mind.

3 comments:

Dale said...

Oh to have been in the audience to witness it! It sounds absolutely SMASHING!!

Jennytc said...

It was, Dale, except for those poor children crying because of their school closing. Politicians have a lot to answer for!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

That's lovely and it is also lovely how in the late autumn of your teaching career you can still feel the buzz and still connect with the occasional magic of it all. I think a lot of people who were there will always remember that night.

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