To the editor:
I went to see the play “The Music Man” last night because Eva asked me to come along. Otherwise I would have stayed home and out of the wind and missed a lot o fun. Cost me ten dollars but it was worth it even though I forgot my hearing aid and couldn’t understand hardly a word. I’d seen the movie starring Robert something and the plot and the story were still fresh in my mind so I didn’t miss a thing.
The head in the seat in front of me was a little high up and I tried not to weave back and forth to see around it in deference to those sitting behind me. After all, the room was built for middle school people.
The scorecard said Bobby was there somewhere but I couldn’t find him. Umm, maybe, even though I’d seen him at UMPI a few months ago when we were signing up for senior classes there, (his was yoga, mine was drawing) I may have nonetheless forgotten what he looked like. Then, there he was with the quartet. I thought they did a great job, but who am I to judge? But then the final bows were taken and the audience roared with applause.
I’m not much good with names and I don’t get around to the local social affairs like city council meetings, new water and sewer price change meetings, historical society meetings so I didn’t know the actors expect Cissie, of course. She is so funny. Doesn’t even have to say a word. Bob Hope could do that. But who was that guy with the rubber legs and how did he do that? A lady in the audience said he must be a dancer. The Professor was born to be on a stage, any stage and had obviously never been weaned yet from the stage pacifier, to our advantage. And that singer, that soprano, where in the world did she come from? And how in the world can anyone stand up there and sing away like she did without her throat choking up in fear? So nice. I couldn’t believe her.
Can you believe the old hens with her clucking and cheeping? The movie with Robert something has nothing over them. And their facial expressions were priceless. How in the world did they do that?
Then there was the rest of the group. They were having so much FUN and they were so professional — even the kids. The little boy who sang with Marion the Librarian and her mother was sweet to hear and see. And just think of all of the fun they’ve had during the practice sessions.
I hope there’s an extensive coverage story in our Star-Herald with a description of every single player, and soon, before the star fades.
I’d go back again next week and with my hearing aid but I already used up all of the State quarters saved diligently and hanging up on the wall on a hand sewn replica of our United States found at Sal’s that used to have six of the proper quarters already.
I almost forgot the stage props. How in the world did they come about? And Danny, it was pretty cool how you asked to have the cell phones turned off.
Helen Scott York
Presque Isle
