Sorry for the radio silence after all that posting. Annika just finished the short run of her first play, and we've been pretty overwhelmed by that for the last week. Gunnar took over the sound board at the last practice, so the whole thing has been a family affair.
The play was Twelfth Night by Shakespeare, set in the 1950's. There were a few young children who wanted to be in the play, but there weren't good parts for little ones. So, the Muses were born. Annika was the Love muse, who introduced and tied together each act along with her compatriots, Tragedy and Comedy.
Here's a short clip of one of her scenes. I apologize for the terrible lighting - the stage lights went out at performance time and we had to cobble something together at the last minute.
The video I won't show is the one from Monday night where she forgot her lines, panicked and ran off the stage. Poor baby! I went back there and we talked quietly until she stopped crying and begging to go home. The other kids really built her back up and she went on for her next scene, strong as ever. My girl is one who struggles with doing things that she can't do perfectly so this was such a great lesson for her in making a mistake and moving on. I was one proud mama.
Her feelings about the whole experience? She's ready to try out for a role in Peter Pan. Gunnar is planning on learning lighting and building sets. Me? I see a lot of knitting in my future. Good times for all.























