Lola had her first-ever choir concert last night, performing two songs, one in French and one in English.
(Yes, I technically took five years of French -- and two years of Latin for that matter -- but, no, I had no idea what they were singing about. Mainly because I was too busy watching, smiling and giggling than to actually carefully listen.)
Lola attends a small school, out in the middle of the woods. A quiet, quaint campus in buildings modeled after those in French cities and villages.
But the choir concert was in town, at the local high school, which to her was about as large as any other school she's been in.
I had no idea how this would go.
Yes, she's been much better about performing in public.
But this was a real auditorium with a real stage.
When we got there, we met my dad and walked in, Lola extremely excited and giddy. No nerves at all.
But as soon as we walked into the auditorium, she stopped, a little awestruck.
"They want me to go up there?" she asked, suddenly quiet, looking up at the stage with more than a little bit of apprehension.
Fortunately, we ran right into a teacher she knows. And then a friend. And then another. And then one more.
Everyone was dressed up. Everyone was excited. And it was just moments before Lola was too.
"Can I go up there now?" she asked, again happy and excited.
Soon enough, they called the kindergartners to the stage and Lola bounded up there, practically skipping across the stage.
She did great.
Our little star.
So very proud of her.
- Bethany :)