One of the local Catholic schools invited my wife and me to come see the student production of “The Emperor’s New Clothes” on Friday night. The play, at Sacred Heart Cathedral School, was spiced up with excerpts of Queen songs at the beginning of each scene.
In the story, the style-obsessed emperor and his family are conned into parading through town in their underwear. Before that happens, the cast wore bright costumes that had a touch of Whoville and a touch of Joseph’s dreamcoat. In a scene where the empress and her daughters let out a scream, I was reminded that there’s nothing quite as piercing as the voices of middle school girls, even more so when amplified by microphones.
The schoolkids seated in front of us had the robot baby for the weekend. I feel like I see the robot baby almost everywhere. It was at the Families in the Kitchen event I emceed. It was at a high school football game I attended. Supposedly they had permission to turn it off during the performance. I imagined that the key to silence the doll resembled a bottle of Benadryl.