This week is observation week at Miss C’s dance studio. Friends and family were invited to sit in and watch a class for a preview to the winter showcase scheduled for this Saturday at a local high school. Miss C is completely fascinated with the concept of high school as her only experience with it is seeing High School Musical on the Disney Channel, which, as we all know is so realistic. So she asked me, quite seriously, “Will people be dancing at the high school?” I told her no, that the high school would be closed to the regular students and teachers since we’d be there on a Saturday, but that she and her friends would be the ones dancing. She seemed to love that idea. Plus it’s time she realize that high school really isn’t so much a choreographed musical with Troy and Vanessa and Sharpay as it is a bigger school with bigger kids and bigger hormones.
Any way, I took a ton of photographs this afternoon. I just couldn’t stop myself. I’m sure I’ll be worse on Saturday. I was seated next to Token Videotaping Dad so I fit right in. My mother kept loudly “talk whispering” comments that only a grandmother can make like, “She’s the BEST one out there!” so I’m hoping his video camera didn’t have a super sensitive mic. Oops.
Here are a few photos of the emerging super star.
Riding in the limo, er mommy’s SUV, to the show. Note the glamorous Kroger stickers on the booster seat.
Miss C with the president of her fan club, Miss A, also known as She Who Actually Sat Still For An Hour (Christmas Miracle 2008.) We’ll see how she does Saturday for the real performance. I also wanted to post this photo to prove that Miss A is not always hamming it up naked or wearing temporary tattoos. She saves that for home.
More posing before my mom and brother arrived (which was a complete surprise to her.) Note the blinged out headband and shiny, shiny tap shoes. Is there anything cuter than tiny shiny tap shoes? I think not.
Check out this serious concentration and form. She does not get her coordination from me.
I’m really looking forward to Saturday. I just hope the dad who read the newspaper during today’s class gets a clue on Saturday and actually watches his kid perform. Jerk.