Center stage. A single spotlight. A young William stands ready to dazzle and amaze the crowd with his perceived brilliance. He is going to steal the show. There shall not be a single member of the audience who will not know the name "Will Downing" when this is over! Except he's not so much center stage, as he is standing next to the stage... on the risers with all the other second graders. And he isn't singing either... he has no clue what the words are, but this doesn't phase him in the slightest. No, he is determined to be the most emphatic hand-motions executor that this grade school has ever seen. He knows the sign language to "Day By Day" better than at least two or three other kids, and he is determined that the whole room knows it.
I've always been a bit of a goof when it comes to these things. Second grade me was the kind of guy who just wanted to have a good time onstage and make people laugh. It didn't matter if it made any sense to the plot, or whether it was even really funny anyway. I would ad lib more often than Robin Williams, and I was never as good at it! Third grade me was the same way. As was seventh grade me. I think I've still got a bit of that child-like energy in me, though I've certainly grown a lot since then. I've learned that, although there are times when I can still be that quirky second grader just trying to laugh and have a good time (heck, it's almost mandatory at some points), it's also pretty rad to make folks tear up at a rousing rendition of "Bring Him Home."
I've always been a bit of a goof when it comes to these things. Second grade me was the kind of guy who just wanted to have a good time onstage and make people laugh. It didn't matter if it made any sense to the plot, or whether it was even really funny anyway. I would ad lib more often than Robin Williams, and I was never as good at it! Third grade me was the same way. As was seventh grade me. I think I've still got a bit of that child-like energy in me, though I've certainly grown a lot since then. I've learned that, although there are times when I can still be that quirky second grader just trying to laugh and have a good time (heck, it's almost mandatory at some points), it's also pretty rad to make folks tear up at a rousing rendition of "Bring Him Home."