June 11, 2012

No Hugh Jackman In Our Future

Bones had his first day of Drama Camp today. This is a camp he elects to attend, a bunch of free spirits such as he, are all in attendance. Said camp would make me bat crap crazy, but he loves it.

As I've said in the past, Bones and I don't have a Mars/Venus thing going on. We have a Earth/Pluto thing going on.

We stood in line for check in and he looked at me and said, "Shoot. What's his name?"

Me: Who?

Bones: The counselor checking us in. He's a teacher. Great guy. Wasn't here last year. Dang it. It has to do with feet...

Me: I dunno. I don't remember...

We got up to the counselor and he said, "Bones! It's good to see you!"

I looked at the name tag and kind of shook my head. After he walked away I said to Bones, "Feet. How did you get feet? His last name is... Barfield."

Said Bones, "Yeah. You know. Bare Feet. Barfield... "


So evidently the musical theatre teacher took all the kids aside in groups by age and had them sing. The teacher thought that Bones was a drama major at the art school, and that he'd just never run into Bones. He didn't know he could sing. He didn't know... yet... that Bones is a vocal major.

Bones said all the kids were so nervous, "Oh no! I have to sing!" and he was doing this mimicky high pitchy girly voice. I said, "Yeah, but dude, so unfair. You do this all the time. THEY do not..." to which he replied, "True."

So the kids did their notes and he passed through all the kids, where Bones was last and this would be the part where the musical theatre teacher was stunned, because Bones belted out his note... and then another... and another... and as the teacher pecked them out on the piano, Bones pegged them each time.

Which you do when you're a vocal major.

Which thrilled the teacher and evidently he spent the next few minutes playing with Bones' voice, doing combos on the piano, having Bones hit as many notes as he could, in play back. You do this in vocal lessons. The teacher plays three notes with a pause between each and the student sings it back.

It's like... that Simon toy where you repeat back the sounds by hitting one of four colored buttons, except you use your voice.

But the teacher was having a good time, adding more and more notes and eliminating all spacing and Bones nailed it every time, but once. To Bones, this is no big deal. It's what he does. He has pitch perfect hearing. He has been imitating crap like a parrot since he was two. Plus he can sing.

He sees it all as an aggravating non-event. "I don't see what the big dang deal is, Mom." Everyone else thinks it's kind of fun to play with.

So I said to him in the car, "Listen to me. If Dr. X wants you to do some musical theatre this week, oblige me and do it. I think you're going to like it... "

Bones: No. I'm going to hate it. I want to juggle.

Me: You KNOW how to juggle. You LOVE theatre and you can sing. This so totally combines it. You will really like it. Do it...

Bones: Mom.

Me: Bones. Look at Hugh Jackman. He sings AND acts. I love watching him do musical theatre. He's wonderful! And he dances! You could dance. You'd be GREAT at it!

Bones: Mom. We've been through this. I'm not dancing.

Me: Hugh Jackman does it all. And *conspiratorially* the girls LOVE Hugh Jackman...

Bones: Really. Really? Mom. You're playing the Hugh Jackman card on me? Mom, the girls love Hugh Jackman because... he's frickin' HUGH JACKMAN. He sings, he dances, he acts... but he's HUGH JACKMAN. He's this great looking guy, with like... 64 abs... and big muscles...and... this British voice that girls dig... and I've seen the magazines that say he's like the sexiest man alive. Mom. The singing and acting aren't what make the girls love Hugh Jackman. HUGH JACKMAN is what makes them love Hugh Jackman.

Looks like I need a new card to play...

Posted by Boudicca at June 11, 2012 08:38 PM

Girls aren't all about a guy's looks. Girls are all about how THEY look. Girls don't care what a guy looks like if he can make them look graceful and feel like a million bucks as he dances them across the floor. Fact.

Hugh Jackman *swooon* is out of the reach of any girl, but a great dance partner could very well be the guy in her same class at school.

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at June 12, 2012 04:18 AM

I'm so not telling my youngest Bones is there this week. My boys are going next week. For some reason I didn't think there was drama camp this week. My bad... My youngest would have LOVED to be there with Bones.

Posted by: vwbug at June 12, 2012 05:33 AM

You had me at Hugh Jackman

Posted by: Trudy at June 12, 2012 05:33 AM

Heh! I'm totally with Trudy. :)

Posted by: Lemon Stand at June 12, 2012 03:55 PM

Oh yeah, Hugh Jackman. Now where was I? Oh yeah...

Not sure if Bones would go with any sort of reasoning. I wonder if he has any friends (or sees any of his brother's friends) who he thinks "Wow they are really talented at "X" (whatever "X" might be). How come they don't work at that harder and get extra super good at it?" Might be even better if it's something he really struggles with like math...

If he has noticed anything like that, you could then tell him... well, that's you with singing. You find it so easy you don't realize how difficult it is for other people. You could even try and make him realize that most people in this world find singing to be as hard as he finds it to do math.

Although I have a feeling that would get me a sideways look as he walked outside to juggle LOL.

Posted by: Teresa at June 12, 2012 04:10 PM

What Teresa said. Math is much easier! I couldn't sing if my life depended on it.

Posted by: PeggyU at June 14, 2012 04:35 PM