Last week, I met a kid that used to hang out with my gang when they
were in grade school and then highschool. He's gotta
be about 12 now, I think. He has a license
that is an obvious fake because it says he's 26. But
I am not that many years older. Unless my kids were
adopted. Hey, yeah, maybe they were adopted.
This kid remembered
the screaming Halloween's we used to do.
When my kids were in grade school I was in my "Crafty" phrase.
I would make anything out of practically nothing. Everyone
in the neighborhood knew I could create great costumes
out of household leftovers, so usually the requests started
comming in about 2 weeks before Halloween. "I have some
duct tape and a stick. I was hoping you could make me
a fairy for the party?"
One year,
I got bored. I wanted to do something different.
The usual suspects were hanging around the kitchen,
so I volunteered them to make a door to door
play.
I
insisted they create it. I supplied the homemade pizza,
and the plot outline,
and they amazingly created a play in about 30 minutes.
We had a bad guy and girl and a hero. It was simple.
Paul, my ten-year-old son, insisted he be not just a
hero, but a “Super Hero.” He already had the cape. Jennifer,
his sister's best friend, wanted to be "The
Girl." She was two years older and a head taller than
the Super Hero. A small
smile slide across Paul's lips when Jennifer
got the part. I
didn't think much of it. I mean, he was only 10.
Everyone else's
characters fell into place. It kind of went
like this...They each said "Who will I be
then?"
And then one of them would say, "Oh, you can be the Sheriff."
"There isn't any sheriff."
"There is now."
"Okay."
"But what about me?"
"You can be the Audience."
“What should I say?”
"Boo. You can be a booer.”
We had several "Audience" parts.
We used real life circumstances
to build the plot....Okay,
it's an old joke and they adjusted
it. It was good. Everyone had a sentence to say.
"Pay, the Rent!"
"Oh, I can't pay the rent."
"I'll pay the rent."
"You're under arrest."
"My hero."
With "boos" and "Yeahs" mixed in. Then Jennifer kissed
the Super Hero on the cheek.
The end.
It was great! The super hero and
the sheriff added a new twist. They practiced dialogue out of
earshot, so I couldn't influence their artistic
abilities. My job was wardrobe anyway. I piled everyone
into the car and we drove to the best place for costumes,
Good Will.
I found a thick yellow belt to go with the red cape. Jane found a
sheriffs hat. Renee found
a black "Bad Guy" coat and a mustache. Jennifer found
a pink prom dress. I thought we were ready. I drove back into the neighborhood and suddenly,
all the actresses wanted to be "The Girl." Paul
was adamant about sticking
to
the original players. Jennifer
sat pleased as punch holding the bag full of prom dress,
but the girls were bummed. Half of the audience, the
sheriff and the bad guy wanted to wear that dress.
"Really, that dress drags on the ground when
you wear it. It would
fit me." my
eldest daughter, Renee said.
She was right; she was taller. I checked in the mirror
and Paul was giving her a look of absolute death.
"OH, NO!" I shouted as I turned the wheel frantically
to the left.
"What?" they all cried panicking from the back of the
station wagon.
"The car can only go LEFT!" and to demonstrate I slowed
down and tried to pull the wheel to the right towards
our house and it dragged to the left and we turned away.
They
all started bouncing around in the back yelling. Half of the kids
did not know I was kidding.
"What'll we do?" squeaked one little girl.
"The only thing we can do," I said in a defeated voice as I pushed
the automatic windows open. "Every time
I turn the corner scream at the top of your lungs!" I
shouted.
Then I turned the corner going left and they all screamed. It was
marvelous. We drove past neighbors on the street and they stared
at us in wonder.
"It's working!" I shouted, "Keep screaming!"
They did and they were thrilled. The girls forgot all about the
pink prom dress.
We got back to home base and I helped them put their costumes together..
The audience was hard. I told them to clap loud. We practiced booing.
Then the kids dispursed promising to return the next
evening, Halloween, at 6pm.
Halloween night they all got together at
our house costumed and full of first night jitters. I marched
them outside before the stage fright took over. The first house
we came to they performed perfectly.
Jennifer said, "My hero!" and pecked Paul on the cheek.
He blushed scarlet, and raced up to the next
house ahead of everyone else to do it all over again.
And we did, but each time the actors were improving
the script.
"Pay, the Rent!" became "Pay the rent, Ha, Ha,
Ha, Ha!"
Paul shouted, "I’ll save you!" and leapt onto the
porches. Then he'd twist the Bad Guy's arm behind
her back and shout, "Take
him Sheriff!" The
sheriff muscled in on the Super Hero and said
things like "You
want I should cuff ‘em?" or "Step back audience,
I'm arresting this varmint!"
It was pretty fantastic. The neighbors closed
up their doors and decided to follow us and watch
how the play progressed. We went to about ten homes and collected
about 30
fans and a bunch of candy. But we wanted all
eight of our actors' families to see the play, so I piled the
players into the station
wagon, as we heard cries from the neighbors like,
"But I wanted my brother to see this!"
The car got "Left" disease again so we had to scream around every
corner to make it go. We got out at each actor's house laughing and giggling
and performed the play.
The parents went nuts. They thought it was terrific. "My daughter, the
actress!"
“He looks just like Cary Grant!”
Each time we presented the play, the parents would close up their
houses and follow us to the next actor’s home. By the time we made our
way to the last house, we had turned into a huge caravan lead by
a station wagon full of screaming costumed kids.
It was late and the kids were tired, almost hoarse from screaming.
So I said "This is it. Last house, then you can all go
home."
"THIS IS IT?" Paul shouted.
"Yes, no more after this. Until, next year."
"Awwww."
"Let's make this the best one, Okay?" I said, "Here's
another corner."
They screamed me around it.
We arrived on the little actresses' doorstep. It was one of the
audience girls. Everything was going great. All the ad libs
were hammered down and the play that originally took about 2
minutes now took 15 to perform. But we never expected what happened.
Paul came up with a brand new finish all on his own.
The Bad Guy was dastardly, the sheriff was cuffing
him; Jennifer said, "My Hero!"
And as she went to peck Paul's cheek, he put
his arm around her neck, swooped her over backwards and kissed
her full on the lips.
It was just like in the movies!
"I still remember the look on Jennifer's face. She seemed to get a little
breathless," I said.
"That's when I said, "Could I
be the hero next year?" the kid with the 26 year old license
said.
"Oh, my God yeah and we all cracked up."
"Yeah, I was a
good audience," he
said.
"You were the best "Boo-er." I said.
"How is Jennifer?"
"I think she is a nuclear physicist or something."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm playing the part of an out of work actor attempting to be
a paid waiter."
I congratulated him on his ability to really enhance
the character, and I
left him a good tip. That's the lastest from LaLa land.
Where all the waiters are famous actors someday.
Carol Wood still screams as she turns corners. You can email her
at Carol@hazelst.com
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