Marcy's Recital

Yesterday I described one of the highlights of our visit to Ohio and the Munchkins - Joe's softball game. Today our oldest grandchild, Marcy, takes center stage. Literally.

Marcy has been taking jazz dance lessons for several years now, and each year is highlighted by the big summer recital in which all the students strut their stuff for family and friends. We were able to attend the recital two years ago, but missed it last year...so this year we really wanted to be there. The annual summer recital is a big deal. This year, it was divided into three acts and a total of 39 separate individual and group performances on the theme of "The Mega Mall," with each number somehow tied to a particular store or feature of a shopping mall. Marcy danced in a group number called "Mall Walkers" - the sixth number of the third act - to the Aerosmith tune "Walk This Way." Tabitha and I went with Marcy to the final full-dress rehearsal on Saturday afternoon, because that was the one time that pictures and private video were allowed - no photography or video (other than the one the organizers want you to buy) were permitted during the actual performance. These pictures aren't among my best, largely because (a) I had to fight it out with all the other parents and grandparents for good picture-taking spots, and (b) I forgot to pack my big external flash and power pack, so I was limited by the available light and built-in flash. Here are a few shots from the show...

The opening pose, waiting for the music to start...

Underway...

Striking a pose...

And the finale...

And we probably ought to have a good picture of the star, taken with the right lighting...

I wish I could say I took that picture, but I didn't...it was taken by one of the other relatives. But it's tough to take a bad picture of a granddaughter this beautiful.

I'm waiting for Marcy to start taking ballroom dance lessons so I can dance with her. So far, she's having none of it...but she'll come around. After all, we probably won't dance to Aerosmith at her wedding.

Not that I'm in a hurry for that event to come around...it's tough enough accepting that I'm old enough to have a nine-year-old grandchild, much less thinking about weddings!

Have a good day. We'll be back to the usual curmudgeonliness tomorrow.

Bilbo