About Molly Sue's great performance

My friend Keithy has been trying to persuade me to join in Carry On Tuesday, so I thought I'd have a go. The prompt is the opening of Siegfried Sassoons poem entitled Everyone Sang - Everyone suddenly burst out singing, and I was filled with such delight ..

She was the smallest child in my class. Little Molly Sue was knee high to a grasshopper we used to say! But what she lacked in stature she made up for personality, and when she smiled she could light up the dullest day. Having said that, she never really said very much. She didn’t need to. Her personality spoke for her.

What makes us different from the other schools in the town is that we encourage the kids to throw themselves into art. Our register is to say the least multi-national, and art is a way to involve and integrate children from many different cultures. And performance art is one of the most popular parts of our curriculum.

Every year we have a school concert. Like most schools it used to be held in our assembly hall, but such was the reputation of the show that a decision was made a few years back to move the production into the towns largest theatre so that the audience could include members of the public as well as family and friends.

And this is where little Molly Sue comes into the story. Every year she found herself as one of the background singers or dancers. Somehow, no one ever thought to push her to the front. Until she joined our class!

It was her final year in our school. In a few months she would be joining hundreds of kids at the ‘big school’. I decided to give her a starring role in the finale And the song we thought suited her best would be Castle on a Cloud, the song from Les Miserable sung by the young Cosette.

Straight away we began rehearsing. Her little voice was perfect for the song, and in no time at all she had made it her own.

The big night arrived. Every act during the performance had the audience shouting for more. And then it was time for the big finish.

Behind the closed curtain all three hundred children squeezed themselves onto the stage. The curtain went up and there, kneeling in front of them, was Molly Sue in her ragamuffin clothes bathed in a pool of light.

The soundtrack started. Molly opened her mouth and.....nothing. I can still see her face now.

Two thousand people looked on in silence, and she stared back. Tears began trickling down her cheeks as she tried to see me amid that sea of faces. I got out of my seat and walked toward the stage, but before I got there, the children behind her realised what was needed! A few at a time they started singing and then a few of the audience started joining in. Then suddenly everyone burst out singing.

Molly Sue wiped the tears away with the sleeve of her shirt and began to beam. By now I was standing in the wings. The song finished and I decided to start the soundtrack again, and she started to sing.

It was like listening to the voice of an angel. I couldn’t see for tears. It was spellbinding; there was hardly a dry eye in the house. When she finished the crowd remained silent for a second or two whilst they got back their breath, then two thousand people stood as one. The applause was deafening. I was filled with such delight.

I don’t have any pictures or film of her singing that night, but I have found this video on YouTube which is so like her performance that it could be her! I hope you enjoy it.


Jaime said...

A beautiful story.... I loved it. Thanks for stopping by my blog. I hope to read more of your works next week. Jaime

Missy said...

What a lovely story. So Rosey!!

2cats said...

What a moving story. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for reading my blog.
I sure will be reading more of yours.

BJ Roan said...

Go Rosey! Great story!

Beth said...

I think Molly Sue will remember that performance as well. What a neat story. Such moments are to be treasured and shared. Thank you for writing aboutt this -- and for visiting.

Dee Martin said...

oh Rosie, you made me cry! I want to hug her :)

Andy Sewina said...

Dead good Rosey!

gautami tripathy said...

I love you, Rosey!


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