Terren and Koda. Sistahs.

february 13, 2015

there has not been a show that terren hasn't enjoyed. would it be possible to take her to a play about a holocaust surviving piano prodigy with classical concert-level piano repertoire woven throughout? mom could not resist taking her. that night, we biked with terren and her buddy, maya, in the burley to the berkeley repertory. while dad locks up the bike and trailer, mom walks up to will call and the ticket clerk says suspiciously, "you have 2 under 30?" mom says, "yes," and he responds with, "where are they?" mom tells him, "my husband is locking up the bike and they're in the the burley," thinking that he would realize anybody fitting in the back of a bike trailer could not possibly be above 30. he clearly needs to see proof. mom goes to find dad and brings the girls up to the ticket window and says snidely, "these are my 2 under 30." as we walk into the theatre with 2 6-year olds, we got looks of disbelief, disdain and a few novel smiles. these looks were founded in the fact that there were no other 6 year olds and probably only a couple other kids in attendance, and this was an 8 pm show, 90 minutes long with no intermission (about a holocaust survivor). mom is sure that more than one person sitting around us was thinking, "oh no, i'm sitting next to the baby in the airplane." feeling terren's ten fingers rapidly tap mom's knees to the rhythm mimicking the music of debussy that she was hearing, it felt all worth the risk of complete failure. at the ripe age of 6, these 2 girls proved to be as respectful, intrigued, and engaged as all the other audience members. we were proud.