Annie Drama

I know that last week I promised to post about the rest of my experience at the Ed Sheeran concert, but that is an experience that I will remember forever and will post next week, and the one I'm posting this week is more of a "Current Events of the Lefler Household" post but it does have to deal with music. My brother, sister and I have all taken piano lessons as kids but my brother and I have both forgot, I'll learn again someday but this week's post isn't about me. It's about my little sister. She has stuck with playing the piano and even sings sometimes. I always tell her to stop singing when she does though because I really don't like loud noises up close; I know, I'm a mean sister. This week was a big week for my little sister, Gracie. She had auditions for this years fall community play, Annie. To be honest that musical freaks me out. The whole orphans thing is just too sad for me to think about. As I've mentioned in earlier posts, my father is a teacher at the high school; that is where the auditions were held. He watched her and all the other hopeful teenage girls get on the stage and sing their hearts out to "Little Girls" and "It's a Hard-Knock Life."

Gracie was hoping for the part of Ms. Hannigan, the orphanage keeper. My father said that she was so good during auditions that the girl who had to audition after her said "how am I supposed to follow that?" so my dad was super confident that Gracie would be given the part of Ms. Hannigan. It was an agonizing two days waiting for the results of the auditions. I think Mom, Dad and I were more anxious to find out than Gracie was, and when we finally found out the results we were all disappointed. The director had e-mailed everyone the whole cast list with all the parts and who they were going to be played by. Gracie did not get Ms. Hannigan. Instead the part was given to the girl who had gone on after her, the girl that asked how she was supposed to follow that. My father said that Gracie was way better than that girl, and she easily should've gotten the part. My mom ended up replying to the e-mail saying that our whole family was disappointed. Gracie didn't know my mom had done that, and when she found out she almost cried from embarrassment. It really was a hard-knock life for Gracie this week. I think my mother's heart was in the right place when she did this, but she still shouldn't have. The e-mail made it sound like she thought her daughter was the best and what-not, like a crazy parent yelling at their coach from the bleachers to put their kid in. I hope that just because Gracie didn't get the part she wanted she doesn't stop singing. She's really good at it. Maybe someday I could play piano for her and she could sing along.