Yesterday, I wrote the following for a blog post:

                Last February, I started wanting to a play with our local theater group. However, the ones they were doing at that time were not godly. I checked once in a while throughout the spring to see if there were any better ones that I would want to do coming up. Lo and behold, one May day, I discovered they would be doing Fiddler on the Roof in September!

                I raced upstairs and delivered the news to Rebekah-then 16 and Hannah-14. We immediately agreed to do it. However, Rebekah’s mission trip to Scotland coincided with the practices—and she would be leaving the morning of the first audition day.

                Yesterday, Hannah and I did singing auditions. Hannah sang “This Land is Your Land” and I sang “Take my Life”. Before we entered where we were to audition, I asked Mommy if she would audition. Mommy declined, saying she had much to do. Nevertheless, during the auditions, Mommy spontaneously decided to audition! I was and am so proud of her!!! She sang a praise chorus.

                Then we did the dancing auditions. Everyone auditioning had to do a crowd-dance (the men’s part). The judges were looking for coordination. Well… I’m not sure if I looked perfectly coordinated. Actually, I probably didn’t.

                Most of the people auditioning were girls or women. There were only a few boys and only one man. After being told to come back tomorrow for the reading auditions, we left. The reading auditions are this evening. I decided auditions are fun.

I told Mommy that somebody might ask Daddy to audition (he was with us). She did not have the same supposition. However, somebody did suggest Daddy audition—to be the tailor. But, Daddy could not because of his work.

Sarah-12 wanted to do the auditions, but was needed to help watch Havilah, my autistic sister. Mommy solved that problem today by presenting a “Business Proposition” to another of my sisters, Hosannah and two of my brothers- which was that Hosannah and those two brothers would get paid to watch Havilah. Thus, Sarah will be coming tonight.

I hope I get in. I hope Sarah, Hannah, and Mommy (especially) will get in. It would be so wonderful and fun to do this with Mommy! She gave me courage to audition by auditioning; I guess I’ll get the same kind of courage in the practices and performance—if I get in.

                -Moriah

            We did the reading auditions last night, and some people did the singing auditions, including Sarah. More men came—needed desperately. It was mostly women the first night. We are to be called back today with information as whether we are in the play or not. Well, we increased our odds of a Vickery getting in the Fiddler on the Roof play by Mommy and Sarah also auditioning. It would be odd if none of us got even in a crowd scene.

 Waiting for the call

I’m telling ya’ll

Is making me impatient

A mood that is quite ancient

     That isn’t much good poetry—okay, it’s not so good at all. However, it rhymes and has some meter to it.  We have dial-up Internet, so we must stay off-line or risk missing the call. But, what’s five minutes to post this? I’m writing it all on Microsoft Word. Okay, I’m rambling.

Bu-bye,

Moriah

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