The school held its annual concert on Saturday. Same posh pricey place: One15Marina at Sentosa Cove.
As chuffed as we were that it was Day’s graduation concert, we were frankly more curious about Jo.
It was her First Concert.
She’s always been a showgirl at home.
But this was her first time on stage, facing blinding lights, a whole sea of strange adults.
Would she clam up? Cry when she sees me? Plain refuse to move? (ala Jody Marshall)
You know what?
Jo on stage was the BIGGEST SURPRISE we have had in a long time!
She ROCKED the stage!
Three dances and one cat walk, and every time she bloomed in the spotlight!
Finally, my father has the “sporting” descendant he’s always wanted to have!
I - whom my parents always liked to say cried during my kindy performances - laughed till I cried when I saw Jo perform!
She was fearless!
She got all her steps!
She smiled beatifically throughout!
That’s a whole load of exclamation marks but wow!!!
I was completely gobsmacked and so, so, SO delighted with my anomaly of a daughter. (I looked at KK and he looked at me and we both decided the performance streak could not have come from either of us.)
She kept turning to me while dancing to flash her dimple. Again, unlike me (I hated to have my parents watch me perform), she revels in support.
Post-concert, a circle of teachers surrounded me and suggested that I put her in a dance class.
Not the ballet type, but the modern type where she gets to shake her little booty.
I said I tried but she doesn’t want to.
I just tried again, she STILL doesn’t want to.
I suppose there’s always next year’s concert to look forward to!
She can’t wait. I told her: Jo, how about not performing in next year’s concert and waiting until you are in K2? (to save myself some moolah).
She said: No. I want to dance in the school concert.
Woohoo! GO JO GO!