Spring Dance Recital

This is the second recital for Marcelo. I didn't realize until we got closer to it that this was the real deal. Translation: recital fee + costume fee = a lot of money. They performed their one little dance in between some singing numbers at The Performer's Place stage last Saturday as a bit of a practice. (This is where I took the pictures). They have a cute little stage with some inspiration posters on the walls.

Then, they had a dress rehearsal at the junior high school auditorium and pictures, then the recital the following day. I didn't take too many pictures here because on the actual recital day, there were more girls and one of the bigger little girls somehow managed her way up in front of the line and I couldn't really see him. Ironically, they all seemed a bit more focused for the Christmas recital when they were all novices then at this one. They were a bit distracted. I don't know. It could have also been the huge auditorium full of people starring back at them.

Marcelo, was super excited about his costume which was really dress pants and shirt I purchased that were a bit too big on him and a really expensive shiny black vest. I tried not to make a big deal about the fact that I put a tiny bit of stage makeup on him. But he felt pretty cool about that too, despite the fact that his eyes were "heavy".  I only saw one other boy there in a slightly older group.  No wonder, we get half off the tuition price.  And judging by the black spandex-y dance pants he was wearing, I can see why other boys may not want to join.  Marcelo's pin-striped pants rocked.  Even if they did almost fall off of him.

After the recital, we watched the rest of the dance performances.  Marcelo was tired.  He had been suffering from a foul attitude for the past several days.  Or rather, mostly, we had been suffering from it.  But, he quite enjoyed watching them.  I enjoyed it too, mostly.  Although, I did fall asleep about twelve times during some of the more interpretive type dances.  They're just not my cup of tea.  I tried to sneak out right before the last dance and he said, "No, mommy, just one more dance".