The concert started at seven p.m., Marda. There were only three groups of students and the youngest ones were in the sixth grade. IOW just entering adolescence. No little kids and their cute little goofs or super early bed-times. The next oldest were in Jr. High. Again, old enough to wear heels and have make-up on. The third group were seniors. IOW, almost adult. It wasn't like there were squirming tykes and hours of listening to nursery rhymes. It wasn't the whole school system, just three groups and none of them were onstage more than fifteen or twenty minutes each. It would be a time-frame any growing up teenager should be able to tolerate with any modicum of constraint. I can see a few parents with other obligations, but the danged house practically cleared out. I love the idea of goodies after the show, and that's a good idea, but for a program lasting less than an hour, there shouldn't have to be incentives to stay the extra fifteen or thirty minutes. The director and some assistants used about five minutes between two of the presentations to adjust the seating to accomodate the next group. The house light were on making an exit easy. The noise of the theater emptying was not competing with any music. Nobody looked the least bit sorry they were leaving with performers coming up. It was just life as usual looking. I have only walked out on three performances in my life. One was at intermission to Tristan and Isolde at an opera house. I'm sorry, Wagnerian Opera leaves me depressed. The other two were at the cinema and the films stank. Audiences getting up and walking out on live performers usually mean one thing to me. That what the performers have to offer isn't worth a person's time. It's one thing to do that to someone you've paid to see.........that's your prerogative, but it's cruel when you do it to a kid.

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these are great and a definite keeper!! Thanks for sharin!

Love Lewis Carroll - he does put things in proportion. Made me smile after reading the weather prognosticator's dire predictions. We all need some giggles, thank you for reminding me.