My poor daughter has had an avalanche of bad news.
1) No call back for the musical. After all of her prep, hours of practice, a financial contribution by me, and her feelings that the audition went very well, hers was one of the very few names NOT on the call back list. As I said before, she’s dealt with rejection at the higher competition of the high school, and she’s dealt with it with grace and dignity. This time, however, in combination with nos. 2 and 3 below, she was in tears.
2) As I may have said before, she is a huge fan of Team Star Kid, a fun & irreverent drama troupe comprised of college age kids (at least initially) who she discovered through their creation A Very Potter Musical. They have also done other shows. Ones that she knows I will never watch with her.
Well, a couple weeks ago, she found out that Team Star Kid was going to be going on tour. From a fun little teaser that they put together, it was pretty clear that Boston was a possible city. Her adoration for this group goes well beyond its most famous celebrity, Darren Criss, and may be equally as large for the young woman who plays Draco Malfoy in the show, Lauren Lopez.
Lemon was ecstatic. I still support this fan craze fully, as I think these kids are pretty cool. I’d be thrilled if Lemon did with her love of theater what they are doing with theirs. Fun, witty, creative, entrepreneurial. I think it’s amazing.
I was excited for her, and told her, sure, I’ll help her get tickets.
On Wednesday night – the same night that we were waiting for the call-back list with baited breath – she was refreshing her computer every 3 seconds to find out when the concert would be in Boston.
We went for a walk to check the call back list at 8 p.m. (she wanted to wait until morning, but had to give her crew team notice if she was going to miss practice) The list wasn’t up, and we had reason to believe that it would not be posted until the morning. So we went back home.
She refreshed the screen again.
Boston on November 25th. The Friday after Thanksgiving.
A few weeks ago, her father asked me if we could switch holidays this year … if the girls could go visit him over Thanksgiving instead of Christmas, so he would be free to go visit his babies (who are living in another country with his in laws for the year — yes, without their parents). Lemon and Mouse both rolled their eyes and said, “Fine, whatever.”
They’re flying out on Thanksgiving morning and coming home the Monday after.
She’s missing the concert.
So upset. Ranting and raving against her father, insisting she wasn’t going to go, insisting we switch it back! Or she just skip the visit! She can’t miss this concert!
Then – mid rant – she gets a text from her friend – “hey, the call back list is up, and N has a picture of it – she said I got a call back!” So Lemon calls N and says “hey, did I get a call back?”
The tears come down in full. Which is rare.
I took her for another walk to the high school, just in case her friend missed her name. She was so unhappy, “this is the worst day EVER, but these are BIG things! Things that aren’t just today! They affect EVERYTHING. Why do I never get into shows? Why can’t I go to the concert? I just want to be in a show, and to go to this concert. But obviously, I just suck!” (She doesn’t suck. Singing may not be her strong point anymore – even though she used to be strong enough to get several leads when she was younger. But she does not suck, and I certainly hope she bounces back.)
She really wasn’t on the list.
WD and I were in separate rooms while all this was going on. We later found out that while I was looking at drive times to the other cities that Star Kid is visiting, he was checking airfare. Neither seems feasible (duh).
3) She accidentally threw away her retainer (we found it); and
4) Her throat was feeling horrible, and she woke up the next morning with a horrid cold. She went to school and was able to listen to all of her friends (SEVERAL of them) talk about their call backs and the parts they were called back for and yadda yadda yadda, while holding her swollen head and longing for her bed. She skipped crew, and I gave her permission to make a giant vat of rice and sit in front of Veronica Mars all afternoon. Today – she’s home from school. She has no voice & says she feels worse than yesterday.