Day 87 - 08:14am, 28 March 2019
It's a girl's trip to the theatre tonight to see In the Willows, all three generations of us. I go from work to my Aunt's for tea and Grandma and Grandpa pick up Little Miss from After School Club to give her her tea. The four of us meet at the theatre.
It's a new musical and I pick it for three reasons. First, I got cheap tickets (always a bonus). Second, Wind in the Willows was my favourite book as a child, so I figure it's as good a time as any to introduce Little Miss to the story and, third, it has Chris Fonseca in it. He is a deaf dancer that appeared on The Greatest Dancer recently on telly and the show has incorporated BSL into it, which I was looking forward to seeing. Beyond that, I didn't know what to expect.
It blows me away! The music, the colours, the dancing. I am expecting animals, but find it has been brought up to date with high school pupils. It is full of hip hop and loud, catchy music. Little Miss loves it too.
We catch the bus back to Grandma's, for Grandpa to take us home. It is late and Little Miss is struggling to stay awake. I explain to her about Chris Fonseca being deaf and so has to feel the beat rather than hear it. "He's what?" "Deaf." "Deaf?" "Yes, he can't hear." "Oh, I didn't know that. How do you spell it?" "D-E-A-F" "Death?" "F, not th." "Not death?" "No! Deaf." "Ohhh. I've never heard that word before." I'm sure she has, but it makes me laugh that she thought he was death personified. If he is your picture of death, then dying won't be all that bad.
It's a new musical and I pick it for three reasons. First, I got cheap tickets (always a bonus). Second, Wind in the Willows was my favourite book as a child, so I figure it's as good a time as any to introduce Little Miss to the story and, third, it has Chris Fonseca in it. He is a deaf dancer that appeared on The Greatest Dancer recently on telly and the show has incorporated BSL into it, which I was looking forward to seeing. Beyond that, I didn't know what to expect.
It blows me away! The music, the colours, the dancing. I am expecting animals, but find it has been brought up to date with high school pupils. It is full of hip hop and loud, catchy music. Little Miss loves it too.
We catch the bus back to Grandma's, for Grandpa to take us home. It is late and Little Miss is struggling to stay awake. I explain to her about Chris Fonseca being deaf and so has to feel the beat rather than hear it. "He's what?" "Deaf." "Deaf?" "Yes, he can't hear." "Oh, I didn't know that. How do you spell it?" "D-E-A-F" "Death?" "F, not th." "Not death?" "No! Deaf." "Ohhh. I've never heard that word before." I'm sure she has, but it makes me laugh that she thought he was death personified. If he is your picture of death, then dying won't be all that bad.
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