So, the time finally came.
The Butterfly has now died on stage, but I don’t think it was like she imagined it would be. She didn’t get shot or stabbed. She didn’t get to scream and drop to the ground dramatically. She went into a coma, and in the next scene, she was gone.
Still, the audience cried, but only after she made them laugh as the charming and adorable “Gram,” in a stage adaptation of the award winning book Walk Two Moons, by Sharon Creech.
I highly recommend the book, but be prepared to cry.
The Adventurer played a challenging part as well (though she lived through it). She played a sad, meek, middle-aged mom with a secret. For a month she insisted she couldn’t play the role of a woman who was mostly ignored and unappreciated by her kid and husband. She perked up when I bought her a pretty wig to wear as sad mom.
Helpfully, I explained what I thought that might possibly be like. Not that I know what it’s like to speak and not be heard…
Another show season comes to a close, and as usual, I smile proudly and let out a sigh of relief.
This mom can rest now.
