Here's a shot of me getting ready for the play. Isn't the hair just swell?
And I'm wearing enough makeup to play the part of a hooker.
Here's the opening song and the center backdrop.
Here's the opening song and the center backdrop.
My Joel, the Newsie. Ethan was supposed to be there, but ended up with a stomach bug.
My husband, the goofy cop.
Goofy singing face during a solo.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Herzog.
Mr. Herzog is a scrooge.
"Couldn't we please bend the rules, just this once?"
(pitiful aren't I? And pale-legged.)
Breaking and entering? Isn't it swell?
My husband is now sick of donuts.
Did I mention the swing dancing? On a Baptist stage?
And here is where my voice gave out. At the big emotional climax.
I had 3 lines and then a final song. The lines didn't come out, but a lot of frantic prayers went up and the song was sung. Not well, but it was sung.
Let's see that hair again.
3 comments:
Glad your voice held out. LOVE the hair.
I love it! The hair, the singing (which sounded great, btw!)...what fun! ;) I wish we'd been there.
Off to shred some pork.
Hugs&fruitcake,
The virtual Deb formerly known as Pixie ;)
LOVE THE HAIR
I am glad your voice held out!! The play looked awesome, I wish my church did something big like that!
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