When Mummy said we were going to see a show called “Fame” I have to admit that I expected it would be all about me.
This is Faris by the way – known to family and friends (as well as to some people who only know me from Facebook or Nanni’s blog) as the Famous Baby. So you can understand my chagrin (it’s a good word, chagrin, isn’t it?
Many marvel at the extent of my vocabulary, for one who is not yet fourteen months old) to discover that my cousins Jack and Hazel were starring in “Fame” instead of me. Not only that, but because someone was required to look after Nanni during
the afternoon performance, I didn’t even get to see the show!
To be honest, it wasn’t too bad. There was this long, sloping corridor at the place where
the show was being held. Just a quick push and my Happyland cars went swerving down the corridor with Nanni and I in hot pursuit. Well, I was in pursuit and Nanni looked a bit red in the face so I reckon hot pursuit sums up the situation pretty well. At the
end of the long, sloping corridor were some stairs leading up to a gallery from which we could look down on the long, sloping corridor. I hope you can picture this in your minds, I am doing my best to explain the geography of the place.
I have developed a real knack for climbing stairs over the last few weeks. Though I say it myself as shouldn’t (as Nanni would surely point out) I am a fast climber. One day
I may climb mountains but possibly not until I am older. Maybe sixteen months old at least. Each time we arrived at the top of the stairs, Nanni tried to show me how to turn round and descend backwards which she said would be safer. Well, I wasn’t
having any of that. I just held out my arms to indicate that I was expecting to be carried downstairs and Nanni, being Nanni, did as I asked. Then I started up the stairs all over again, leaving Nanni to follow after me. We did this lots and lots of
times until Nanni said that it was something called The Interval and Mummy would be coming to check how we were getting along.
In The Interval everyone was talking
about how fantastic the show was. Apparently Hazel made everyone cry with her singing. I didn’t think she was that bad at singing. Nanni said sometimes people sing so beautifully that it brings a lump to your throat. I can only imagine that must
be like when I try to swallow too large a piece of my organic crunchy carrot sticks. Jack played a boy with lots of attitude. I don’t know what attitude is and where you would get it from but Jack is my hero and if he has lots of attitude, then I want
some too. Maybe next time we go to Tesco’s?
When the afternoon performance was over, and before the evening performance started, everyone in the cast and
all the helpers enjoyed fish and chips. Well, almost everyone. Mummy insisted that I had a sachet of lamb roast dinner instead. Oooh, those chips did look good! Sometimes it’s no fun being a baby, even a famous one. What was good, though, was that
I sat at this long table with all the Limelighters and everyone made a great fuss of me which is just as it should be.
After that Mummy and I had to go home. Nanni was staying on to see the
evening performance. She didn’t need me to look after her because Grandad was there and I could leave her safely in his capable hands. I hope she didn’t get too many lumps in her throat because of the beautiful singing.
I have since discovered that Fame is about a group of kids who go to a special School of Performing Arts where they learn to sing and dance and act. It sounds like an ideal
show for the Limelighters who are all really, really talented as well as being Thoroughly Good Eggs. Of course, they all want to be famous one day.
Just like me.