As a family with three
boys, two of whose sporting commitments have, up until now, ruled our lives, it
has come as a bit of a shock with Little Man’s forays into the world of
drama. Indeed, on both the maternal and
paternal sides, there is a strong streak of shyness, but Little Man seems
unperturbed by it all, indeed, relishes the challenge.
Just as well
really. A couple of weeks before we had
even heard about the pantomime, he had joined a local dramatic group –
primarily because a friend’s daughter had recommended it, but also because we
were conscious that he wanted to do a
club that wasn’t sports based. As it
happened, the group leader was excited to see him. ‘Oh good’, she said enthusiastically, ‘Just
in time, we are about to rehearse our annual production, this year we are doing
Annie’.
I reported back to
G. He groaned. We have sat through various school
performances over the years, mainly of the tea- towel- over- the- head-
nativity-type production, in which both of our older sons have shifted
uncomfortably through the songs, Middle Son in his earlier years waving at
members in the audience, and Eldest Son looking as if he wished the ground
would swallow him up. But when Little
Man came on to the scene, things ramped up a bit. Firstly, the school decided that for this
year, they would do an Easter production of Tattybogle. Secondly, they divided all the kids into
animal groups, with strict instructions to the parents to coordinate
costumes. Little Man came back all
excited.
‘Me and Matty are
going to be bugs,’ he announced proudly.
‘What kind of bugs?’ I
enquired.
‘Green ones. What’s for dinner?’ and off he wandered. Luckily, Matty’s mum was known to me, and so
we collaborated and came back with a simple outfit, comprising t-shirts and leggings,
with Comic Relief deely boppers painted green as antennae.
Tattybogle went
swimmingly, until the audience began to snigger. The man in front of me grinned ‘Those Bugs are
buggering about!’
Matty was swinging his
head so that the deely bopper balls spun on their springs and careered into one
another with a sharp smacking sound.
Little Man was pulling one spring down, popping the ball in his mouth
and then releasing it with a loud satisfying popping sound. A bodiless hand shot from behind the stage
curtain and whipped off the offending items, as the audience tittered.
So when Little Man
came back and announced that he had a speaking part in Annie, we held our
breath. On enquiry, we discovered that
it was 5 lines, and that he was a Dog Catcher.
We breathed out.
‘And…’ he said
excitedly, ‘I have to do it in an American accent.’
G choked. We have sat through one of Little Man’s
performances, when he had to do an accent… This was another school play, based
on the origins of the Olympics, in the year that Britain hosted the
Olympics. The two main parts had sheets
and sheets of script to learn. The
action took place in Greece, and France (where the first Olympic committee was
formed). Although Little Man was
auspiciously one of the Olympic committee, all of whom were French, he was the
only one selected to speak in a French accent.
To this day I have never found out why.
The main parts did marvelously
that day. Word perfect, great timing,
lovely smiles. And then Little Man stood
up to deliver his 3 lines. His accent
did its own Olympics – running from ‘Allo ‘Allo, to the southern region of
Pakistan, to the sunnier climes of the Caribbean and back again to the old East
End of London. He brought the house
down, as parents rocked, crying with laughter in their chairs…
So along with the
impending excitement of hearing his American Dog Catching accent, he has had to
learn several songs as, of course, Annie is a musical. We were getting used to hearing various
renditions of It’s a Hard Knock Life and NYC as Little Man sang away to a scratched
cd in his room, when Amanda announced that the pantomime cast needed to learn
two songs for the forthcoming Press Launch.
I have great
admiration for anyone who can learn lines of songs. I am one of those annoying people who if I
don’t know the words, make them up. Shake a Tail Feather we all knew, but the
other song that Little Man had to learn was tricky, not only because the lines
were slightly mismatched in terms of tempo, but the tune was a bit of an
unknown to him. It was called Have You
Heard The News – and was littered with references to Fleet, the surrounding areas
and of course the pantomime. It was also
one of those annoying songs that, once heard, stuck in your head – rather like
the Macarena- and so between that and Annie, we were slowly going a little mad…
A couple of days
before the Press Launch I noticed that Amanda had updated the cast Facebook
page.
‘Oh look,’ I said, ‘JeremyEdwards is in the show.’
‘Ooh,’ said Grandma,
who had popped in for a cup of tea, ‘I like him, he’s the tall dashing one that
won Strictly that year’.
‘Don’t be silly
Grandma’, Little Man piped up, ‘He’s the shouty one who tells mummies who the
daddies are of their babies’.
I rolled my eyes and
turned back to Facebook.
‘And it says here that
Layton Williams is in it. School for
Starz, Bad Education.’
All three sons perked
up with interest.
‘Wicked,’ said Eldest
Son.
‘Sick,’ said Middle
Son.
‘Phat,’ said Little
Man.
I don’t know about
accents, I’m struggling with a whole new language here…