Five Minute Friday: Hero

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Five Minute Friday

I admit I wanted to write about Amanda, who really is one of my heroes … but I was afraid I’d embarrass her too much. So here is what came out at the prompt HERO. Enjoy! And if you want to write about HERO for Five Minutes, go check out the directives at Lisa-Jo’s place.

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In 1994, the nightgown-type dresses that they wore in hot pink and lavender were probably all the rage. In fact, we 6th-graders were jealous of the older girls in the choir, 7th and 8th graders divided by the color of their wardrobe.

I realize now, in my 30s, that if I wore one of these drop-waist, flimsy cotton things I would look like a whale up on stage. A hot pink blob with a ruffle. But I guess that problem is not prevalent among 12 and 13-year-olds … although I don’t remember the dresses being particularly flattering on them either.

Our choir teacher was Ms. Holland, who was short and spunky, with black hair and an attitude. Our end-of-the-year choral program was a Broadway tribute, some of my first exposure to my beloved musicals; although at the time, I didn’t know which songs were from Les Mis and which from Cabaret.

As sixth-graders, not only did we not get to wear the awesome colored dresses but we also missed out on the real Broadway tunes – including their awesome “One … Singular Sensation” song where they passed glittery hats down the rows.

And at the end of the program, the 8th-grade girls gathered around the piano and sang the Bette Middler “Wind Beneath My Wings” to my choir director, as they let tears well up in their eyes, imagining leaving their beloved middle school.

I didn’t stick around in choir to croon, “Did you ever know that you’re my herrrroooo?” to our new teacher. Ms. Holland left after my 6th-grade year and the new teacher wasn’t my favorite. I jumped to drama in 8th grade … somewhat to escape some former friends in the choir room.

But I can’t help remembering the awe in my heart over hot-pink dresses, sparkly hats, the girl who got to dance with the most attractive boy in the school who was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera.

STOP.

3 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Hero

  1. This made me laugh out loud. I have similar memories of older girls and the things that seemed so cool. It is funny to think back to that time and try to remember what on earth we were thinking.
    Thanks for your post!

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