I am working on a new project. A school one. Not the type as in kid's projects when they surf the Internet, cop, past and print. Yes kids we know what you do, it wasn't so easy in our days. And the two words 'our days' are out, it's making me look ancient and I'm not ancient. Although some child called me MRS! I couldn't believe it, I hate the Mrs, Mrs also sounds old, and since I have resisted the ball of white, then I can safely be called MISS. Thank you very much. Although just an AnnMarie would do, but I think it's against school protocol. What I find very amusing though is that teachers address each other with the MISS title too, even when friends!! It's so funny. But I play on, anyway it's the best thing I know how to do, and that is play.
So I start on my new prize day school project. This is going to be the the most dangerous so far. The music is dangerous, that means of course that it's beautiful. And I've just realised there's got to be an a Capella bit too, which will be as dangerous as walking on thin ice. No I am not exaggerating for the post Prosit. I think I have really lost my marbles this time, but I'm going ahead with it anyway. Dad thinks it's impossible. The Mister is more excited than I am but apprehensive. And as I have done in my life, in all departments, it's spelling danger, so I'm going with it. It's about time we faced up to the danger of the performing arts. I don't want to play safe anymore. I want the danger, the excitement. I want to see little faces flushed with excitement. They have to experience the element of danger always present in performing. It's the world, it's life, and they're going to get it, along with me. The odd thing is that I really think these little people can do it. It is something for fully-fledged vocalists, yet I'm giving it to 9 year old kids. And I bet they'll do it better. Because there will be the magic present, they will learn how to understand me and each other with one look, not even one hand. I am ready to really work my butt off (now that would be very nice) to get this in order. Order... it's not really a word to do with performing arts. No, something other than order, a better word would be affinity. No affinity, then this will be the worst rendering ever. Affinity, we'll make history. It's a risk, one I am ready to take. In performing, there is no better safe than sorry situation. It's what makes the bright lights worth it. Nobody will lead, it's got to be a joint effort. I will help of course, but ultimately the little people have got to help me. There is something In Zejtun air, or perhaps it's in the water. Whatever it is it runs in the veins. These kids take to performing like ducks to water. And I love them for it. Because it makes my job not a job, but something I love and am proud of. Sure, the getting up in the morning will always be a challenge. But that's it. Little Zejtun people co-operate once they know they have your full trust. And no word need be said. Not even the wave of a hand. Just one look. And somehow they know. Perhaps they'd do a better job at running the country than any of us grown ups. Another reason why I never want to grow up.
So I start on my new prize day school project. This is going to be the the most dangerous so far. The music is dangerous, that means of course that it's beautiful. And I've just realised there's got to be an a Capella bit too, which will be as dangerous as walking on thin ice. No I am not exaggerating for the post Prosit. I think I have really lost my marbles this time, but I'm going ahead with it anyway. Dad thinks it's impossible. The Mister is more excited than I am but apprehensive. And as I have done in my life, in all departments, it's spelling danger, so I'm going with it. It's about time we faced up to the danger of the performing arts. I don't want to play safe anymore. I want the danger, the excitement. I want to see little faces flushed with excitement. They have to experience the element of danger always present in performing. It's the world, it's life, and they're going to get it, along with me. The odd thing is that I really think these little people can do it. It is something for fully-fledged vocalists, yet I'm giving it to 9 year old kids. And I bet they'll do it better. Because there will be the magic present, they will learn how to understand me and each other with one look, not even one hand. I am ready to really work my butt off (now that would be very nice) to get this in order. Order... it's not really a word to do with performing arts. No, something other than order, a better word would be affinity. No affinity, then this will be the worst rendering ever. Affinity, we'll make history. It's a risk, one I am ready to take. In performing, there is no better safe than sorry situation. It's what makes the bright lights worth it. Nobody will lead, it's got to be a joint effort. I will help of course, but ultimately the little people have got to help me. There is something In Zejtun air, or perhaps it's in the water. Whatever it is it runs in the veins. These kids take to performing like ducks to water. And I love them for it. Because it makes my job not a job, but something I love and am proud of. Sure, the getting up in the morning will always be a challenge. But that's it. Little Zejtun people co-operate once they know they have your full trust. And no word need be said. Not even the wave of a hand. Just one look. And somehow they know. Perhaps they'd do a better job at running the country than any of us grown ups. Another reason why I never want to grow up.
