Well, the play is over and my life is returning, very slowly. This show was huge: 160 kids in grades 1-8, nearly 300 costumes, special effects, you name it. I am exhausted, but very proud. The kids were great, as were the parents who pulled off some incredible work with costumes and scenery and props. 
Update: I really can't emphasize this enough. I am incredibly blessed to have an amazing group of people to work with--parents and colleagues who make the magic happen. I keep the trains running on time, but so many people do so much that I feel a bit cheap in taking any kind of credit for it. 
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Dorothy tries to talk to Uncle Henry and Aunt Em. Question: How cool is it that everything is black and white? Answer: WAY cool.



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Dorothy sings "Over the Rainbow"

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Miss Gultch comes to take Toto

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While running away, Dorothy comes across Professor Marvel

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Glinda, the Good Witch appears

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Some of the leaders of the Munchkins. One of the faces is blurred because I couldn't get hold of his parents to get permission to use his photo.

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Dorothy in Munchkinland. Note that her dress is colored now. So cool.

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The Wicked Witch appears

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More witch. Kind of a cool shot, I think.

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The Witch confronts Dorothy. Sadly, her hat makes it very difficult to see her face.

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Dorothy meets the Scarecrow.

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Here are the apple trees that throw apples at Dorothy. I thought their costumes were pretty cool. I blurred out all their faces because I didn't want to bother to get permission to post a photo showing their faces.

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Dorothy and the Scarecrow meet the Tin Man. That Tin Man costume was incredible. Seriously incredible. 

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What do you know? One more of the Witch. Okay, I'll admit. She's my kid. And she was, frankly, wonderful. I say that with all possibly objectivity. Also, there was a cool sort of corset-thing the Witch wore. It really finished her costume of nicely. At this rehearsal, however, she forgot to wear it.

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Here she is shooting a fireball at the Scarecrow.

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The Cowardly Lion

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The Emerald City (this is only about a third of the citizens. I didn't include the rest because the idea of getting permission to post any more photos exhausted me.

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Here's one of the flying monkeys. When I was a kid these guys scared the stuffing out of me. There were a whole bunch of them in our play, but sadly, the pictures didn't turn out great of their scene.

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Here are the witch's guards. You cannot believe these costumes. They were so cool. 

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Okay, since you asked, I'll show you one more of the Witch with fire. This is right before she melts, which was WAAAAY cool, but sadly, isn't something I can show in a photo.

 
 
(Don't forget about my Giveaway!) Since my day job (you know, the responsible, pay-the-bills many authors have) is working as a theatre and choir director, it would be easy to assume I spend my days basking in a constant glow of truth, beauty, and culture. 

I am sure people must see me and think, "He's so lucky. Getting to work with bright, receptive minds, exposing them to the great masterworks of our culture." That's my day. Just moving from one artistic highpoint to another.

We're currently rehearsing for The Wizard of Oz. The other day we were working on the sequence where Dorothy and Co. go to maintenance place/beauty shop to get cleaned up before seeing the Wizard. All of the maintenance/beauty shop workers are played by 6th graders.

The boys that polish the Tin Man sing, "Rub, rub here, rub, rub there, whether you're tin or brass, that's how we keep you in repair in the merry old land of Oz."

I pointed out to the polishers that in order to make it rhyme, they needed to make "brass" rhyme with "Oz." I returned to the piano and they sang it with the correct pronunciation. Knowing what was coming, I started counting. It took precisely two seconds for one girl in another group to catch that they were pronouncing it as "bras." She turned to the girl next to her and whispered.  They both broke out in giggles and told the next girl and so on. Pretty soon all the girls were laughing while the boys looked at them, completely clueless. One boy kept looking at the girls and mouthing, "What? What?" One girl went and whispered to him. Bless his soul, his face turned as red as the Tinman's heart. I thought he would die. We spent the rest of the rehearsal with the girls giggling and the boys blushing. The braver ones tried to pretend it was no big deal.

With middle school kids. Jokes don't die or eventually wear out. To the contrary, usually the longer it goes, the funnier it becomes to them.  And their heightened perception of, and curiosity about new, quasi-adult things makes them incredibly sensitive to certain topics and words.


They don't even need context. We weren't talking about bras. The boys simply pronounced a word that sounded like it. That was all it took. 


What did I do? Simply sat at the piano and pretended that I had no idea what was going on. It's often better that way.