Youngest grandchild is entering a talent contest tomorrow, a ‘Stars in your eyes’ competition at his primary school.
He asked me last weekend if I would help him and I have been going over to his home every day to hear him and try to give some pointers. Today was our last rehearsal during which he referred to me as his ‘trainer’. That filled me with apprehension: is it going to be my fault if he does not pass this first audition? Bad training? Too much responsibility!
He has chosen a song which I think is quite difficult – Bruno Mars’ song ‘Just the way you are’ and he has to sing without words or music in front of him, to a backing track without vocals on it. In some places the vocal line is off the beat and syncopated, but despite my suggestions he would not choose another song.
Recently he has been diagnosed as being an Asberger’s wired boy, and the practices have been quite strained and emotional as he gets very frustrated and critical with himself, and finds coping with his emotions difficult. I am quite anxious myself about how he will perform tomorrow, not least because he has had a dreadful cold all week and sometimes his voice just gives out altogether. He asked me whether I thought he was good enough to go to the audition and I tried to be realistic and honest but also supportive given that I know he will not allow himself to do anything else but enter. Poor little soul, the trials and travails of youth!
Back here at our house I am amazed by our Christmas flowers. I bought them a week before Christmas and they still look lovely.
In fact some were in bud and are only now just opening up. Given that they cost me £4.00 and have at least one or more weeks worth of blooming left in them I think that is really good value. Behind them I have an orchid which I bought on sale after Christmas for £2.00 which is also giving me much pleasure. I have them all on the window cill at the bottom of the stairs so can appreciate them both going up and going down.