I believe I said the arts were a whore. The highest bidder on Wednesday was one of the local schools for their carols night. I put Star on a boat to travel with another mum & returned home to find an e~mail saying she was wanted in at QPAC for a sound check after the concert. I considered having an extreme meltdown but logistically it was not something that was achievable on such short notice so I managed to breathe & send our apologies but poor old Star knew nothing about it until she arrived at her concert & then had people offering to take her in & out. In was never the problem. Out certainly was. Wisely she reasoned she wouldn't make that last boat & came home, leaving stray bits of her uniform in someone else's car. That is so unlike Star it just goes to show how tired she now is. She has always been very organised about her choir belongings & very rarely slips up like that.
So we are down to the wire for The Spirit of Christmas. Star is part of a demi~choir [a small choir within the choir] who are on hand held mikes to sing Carol of the Bells. They will move to the front of the stage for this, taking the high soprano part. Hm. Counting is everything ~ & Star is not the only one who dislikes counting. I am over this carol. I have heard it non~stop for days while Star gets it up to speed & the counting right ~ & believe me, it is way too big a song for our small Barina! All the kids are tired & voices are starting to crack on the high A but if I know our AVAE kids all will be well on the night. They lift for a performance, finding that little extra something they need. I got one of the last of 3 tickets for Saturday night's performance. If I were rich, which I'm seriously not, I would have got a ticket to every performance because I know Star looks for me [very discreetly] when she knows I'm in the audience. Once or twice she's seen us when not expecting it & has startled; it's nice, knowing she likes having us in the audience.
Liddy has been sharing the driving with me. So nice because it means I have company while Star does her starry thing & because it alleviates some of the stress. Between us [& the lovely lady at QPAC] we have finally sorted out our parking woes. No wonder I never found it. It is hidden down a narrow one way street [& I avoid one way streets on principal as it is far too easy to make a major screw up on them] but the cost is more than reasonable & I can park for as long as I like.
Next week we move to The Old Museum for the final Gothic rehearsals, which are becoming a little fraught. This is such a mammoth performance I am hardly surprised, though this close to performance one would hope most of the major bugs had already been ironed out.
I know you are all probably as over this as I am but if I don't dump here I might just go slightly loopy. Bear with me. We are nearly done & I can breathe, Star can sleep & Liddy can stop rolling her eyes.