The island is waking. Can you feel it? We’re coming out of hibernation, the almond blossom is out, the little yellow flowers are springing up in pastures, and the weather is perking up. My events work has started for the year, I’m preparing for networking events, charity fundraisers, International Women’s Day, a brand new comedy club, the Crew Show and that’s just the start. At Mood Beach in Costa D’en Blanes where I do the majority of my events the staff team is back from their winter holidays and the kitchens are open again for Sunday lunch, Menu del Dias and Menu de la Noches.
It all happened on the same day. Mood reopened, world famous cyclists belted up and down the Paseo Maritimo in Palma (every year it’s a really exciting event and doesn’t seem to be promoted properly why aren’t there loads of people there?), and my little girl did us proud in the Pauline Quirke Academy production of Bugsy Malone. She’d been rehearsing for months: learning her lines, singing the same songs over and over again, fretting about her gangster outfit. It was great fun for her to be involved and quite a big commitment from us. Every Saturday morning from last September we’ve been doing the hour long round trip to get her to rehearsals. The immense feeling of pride that I had as I watched her onstage last Sunday made all the hours we’d put in to make it happen worth it. I like PQA, its main aim is not to produce a bunch of Bonnie Langfords. No, it’s about encouraging presentation skills, team work, listening, concentration and confidence. The teachers at PQA should be delighted with their achievements: organising a show with forty ish kids in it is very much like herding cats. Now try to get the cats to remember to sing and dance. Yep, you get the picture.
The kids did two shows, and of course I had to go to both shows. I didn’t want her to feel that she was performing on her own. Well, she wasn’t as both performances were packed out. What a thrill for them. I was an emotional wreck by the end of it: too much whooping and teary eye pride-filled moments. The final one being when Gidg was presented with the “Most Improved Student” certificate. I was a mess.
The next day was a school day; we all struggled to wake up on time.