Wow! Last night I watched the hardest play I have ever seen in my life. Anyone that knows me knows I don’t like sad movies. I can’t watch Penny Serenade with Cary Grant and Irene Dunne. It is too sad. The little daughter dies at a very young age.
Last night my two daughters Laynie and Maggie took part in a play called Anatomy of Gray. Laynie, whose real name is Whitney, played the part of Belva Collins.
Belva dies in the play and, after she dies, becomes basically a symbol of death. When other cast members die, Belva comes on stage with her hair in a frighteningly scary style. It is backlit in such a way that she looks like a ghost and she is carrying a flower.
When Belva was dying on stage it took every ounce of my strength to stay seated in the audience. The daddy in me wanted to snatch her off the stage and head for an ambulance. The ambulance headquarters is just a few blocks up the road and this guy with only ¾ of his right foot could walk it in no time.
It made me think, what if Laynie is ever in a play where some guy is hurting her? Am I going to be able to restrain myself? Will this big redneck whoop somebody before he realizes that it is only a play?
Maggie was part of the stage crew and she spends the play swinging around in the catwalk and helping with fast costume changes. She also births a baby backstage.
Funny thing, Wharton County Junior College seems to have at least one shoe fall from out of nowhere each semester. Maybe this will become a running gag with them. When will the next shoe drop?
Please visit us at McClendon Enterprises