There's a brief moment where I am alone on stage, on my knees. I yell "He's mine!" and crawl offstage in pursuit of Gaston.
As I exited I heard The May Queen laugh, and I am pretty sure that it was the BEST. SOUND. EVER.
She loved it. My mom said she was enthralled the whole time.
And it did go fairly well. The neighbor girls said their favorite part was the mug banging dance (my bloody knuckles thank them...). My plate even worked tonight, for the first time ever.
A good night.
Monday's Mission is to write a post in the style of a diary entry. As I type that now I think to myself "and how is that different from most blog entries??" I'm sure you will show me with YOUR Monday Mission. See you then!