Ok, I know this great joke: So the atheists told the Jew and the Muslim to organize an English Christmas show at a Chinese school…
But really. It was a talent show. The lovely student in the center in the above picture was going to just sing a song like most of the other students who got through auditions. (Two. Freakin. Weeks. of auditions.) But at some point he decided that his voice wasn’t really that good, so he changed his plan. Instead, he decided to lip sync to an English song while dressed as Santa Claus, and then get down off the stage and pass out candy to the kids. It was honestly one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a while. And when he got down off the stage, it really didn’t matter how well he could sing, because the gleeful, shouting students completely drowned him out.
These students, for example:
The girl on the left was one of the performers, and the girl on the right was the hostess.
Me with our lovely hostess, who also happens to be one of my students.
I sat over on the side of the stage by the soundboard, which you can see here.
I got saddled with running the music for the performances since the sound guy didn’t know what song went with what act. This also meant I got to keep an eye on our “assistant” who was running the powerpoint announcing each act. And, since I was sitting there, I also got to reassure the host and hostess and remind them how to pronounce difficult names.
Since I was stuck over on the side, I gave my camera to a helpful, responsible student to take pictures of the show. Well. Um. I got pictures of a few act at least… The student took so many pictures of the audience and the first four acts that my camera ran out of battery. Oops.
But at least I have some pictures of the first few. Here’s Santa’s first installment, when he unexpectedly opened the show. (In other news, I wish these kids would tell us before they decide to change the show.)
This student (below) was sitting in one of the extra chairs along the wall, which we had to put in when we ran out of auditorium seats. Which we wouldn’t have run out of if the students hadn’t made counterfeit tickets. Which we tried to avoid by using green paper. But even though they’re not allowed off campus, and don’t have regular access to a computer or printer, they managed.
Some more of our performers. Little showstoppers, here.
And here’s the audience. Well, two thirds of it, at least. You can see the end of the judges table at the front. There were eighteen acts, and we gave out two first-place prizes, three second-place prizes, four third-place prizes, and prizes for best actor and best actress. Of course, we didn’t know about that last one until we were in the middle of the awards ceremony, and all the first- second- and third-place winners had gotten their gift bags full of goodies. So we improvised, and took the best actor and actress out to dinner. Off campus. It was very exciting for them.
I missed some of the awards, however, because I was busy sprinting across campus to get the bouquet we’d left in the English Library by accident.
Here’s what happened: After all the students performed, My co-teacher and I each sang a song as well. I went first. When I was done, my co-teacher rushed over to me and reminded me that we’d left the bouquet. I was supposed to be running the sound, but she had to sing, so I got to run. As I sprinted down the hallway, down four flights of stairs, across campus, and through an administrative building, I continued to exchange pleasantries with students who were apparently unable to see the massive, crazy, rushing panic I was in. Then I got to run back through a building, across campus, up four flights of stairs, down a hallway, and then walk back into the show as if I’d just stepped out for a moment. When I returned, I found that our assistant, who had auditioned for but not gotten into the show, had decided to highjack the event. Right after my co-teacher sang, before the host and hostess could start the awards ceremony, our assistant had grabbed a microphone, jumped up on stage and said to the audience “now I will sing you a song.” And she did. *sigh*
The rest of the show went relatively smoothly, and five hours after we’d arrived for the hour and a half show, we stumbled blearily back to our apartment, ate a frozen pizza, and collapsed into bed.