The life of a performer

Move over, Andy (who actually was running the other direction, anyway), Katie's heart has been lost to a young Chinese man with the ability to do a one handed handstand atop six carefully stacked chairs.

Of course, seeing the competition -- and having heard plenty of songs about the dangers of loving a traveling man -- I'm rooting for Andy again.

This week, we loaded up the girls, stuffed our pockets with distract-them-from-screaming snacks and presented our tickets at the high school auditorium to see the Chinese Golden Dragon Acrobats in action.

We try to include the girls in all cultural outings (cheaper than a baby sitter, and hey ... children need culture). Actually, it's a great family activity that we all enjoy. But, when you're dealing with a 3- and a 4-year-old, you're never sure what to expect. We always go with the expectation that we'll have to leave at intermission. Well, we've seen three performances and have made it to the ovation at every one.

The acrobats were a whole different story. The girls didn't just watch, they were enthralled.

Nikki hasn't sat that still ... ever. I loved watching the expressions on her face as much as I loved watching the acrobats.

It was a fabulous show, but I think it affected me more than my girls. I know the lifetime of practice those performers had to put into the act. I didn't know bodies could move that way!

The girls, on the other hand, still are young enough and flexible enough that nothing the acrobats did seemed unreasonable.

Luckily, they've not put their abilities to the test.

Maybe that's because I don't have that many chairs?

Although the dancing dragon had Nikki's unwavering attention, the chair climber had Katie's.

He wasn't even to the top when Katie leaned back and told me, "I love him."

Hmmmmm.

One chair later, and it was, "He's so sweet."

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Then she started waving wildly. She was crushed when he didn't wave back.

She hasn't mentioned it in days, so maybe ...

Since then, she's asked her father to teach her how to do the flips and twists she saw on stage.

His reply was a blank stare.

As for me, I had to work hard just to control the laughter.

He groaned several times just watching the performance.

So, I'll find someone who is able -- and qualified -- to teach her and see where it goes from there.

I'm not sure what she'll think when she learns it takes more than just a pretty costume and an enthusiastic audience.

Putting yourself out in front of thousands of people takes a lot of hard work.

I know.

Then again, maybe it's in her blood.

Christina M. Currie can be reached at 824-7031 or ccurrie@-craigdaily-press.com.

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