December 12, 2012


Disclaimer: You will totally not understand this post if you did not see the movie Stand by Me.

It appears flu season is upon us. It hit the South hard this year, but the (Christmas) show must go on...

Last night was my sixth grade daughter's first middle school choir performance. She has been dancing around the house singing the songs and practicing for her solo tryout for weeks (didn't get it, but she was awesome anyway).

She did get selected to do the opening greeting, and did a great job. Her class performed three songs beautifully and then left the stage to go to the cafeteria and safely wait out the rest of the concert while the other two classes (7th and 8th) and honors choirs performed.

We were well into the second song of the 7th grade class, when it happened.

And boy did it happen.

All of a sudden, from the back riser of the three riser stage... puke came forth.

Lots and lots and lots of puke. Over and over and over and over again. Four times, in fact.

Poor little girl.

I don't know her, but I have never seen a Momma get out of her seat and leave so quickly in my life, she was sprinting to get to that poor child off stage.

It went everywhere. And on several other choir members.

The Choir Director went in to action and got the kids on one side of the stage, while they assessed the damage.

For a moment, I could only picture that scene in Stand By Me during the pie eating contest when the puke cause a chain reaction throughout the crowd.

Luckily, we were spared further spewage.

There was no curtain, so the audience just sat there in stunned silence as we tried to figure out what to do...

We were assured the show MUST go on, and  eventually after two janitors, lots of hand sanitizer, and several choir members short, the show did go on successfully.

Unfortunately, the next number had hand motions to "You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch", that involved a tummy rub and faking throwing up.

Everyone got the irony. The kids started laughing, and we all realized the night could in fact be salvaged.

It could not have been scripted better.

I felt for the poor girl and boys who had to leave. But it was hilarious the way there was this huge gap in the choir for the rest of the night. Noone wanted to stand on that top riser. The carnage was too fresh in their memory.

A little memorial of what had been. What would live in infamy.

It was a great night of singing, but I wanted to take a Silkwood shower when I got home.

One thing is for sure, we will never, ever forget it.

My daughter missed the whole thing while joyfully dancing with her friends in the cafeteria... THANK GOODNESS!!!

Ever had something seared in to your memory like that?


Donnamo said...

Sounds like something Pop Pop would enjoy

Donnamo said...

Sounds like a Pop PoP story to me.

Donnamo said...

Pop Pop wishes he could've been there! Not Nancy Neat!