On my lunch hour today I ventured out into the driving wind to buy tickets to the stage production of Disney’s High School Musical, which is coming here in June. In case you haven’t heard of it or the hit song mentioned above (and you wouldn’t if you don’t have a child between the ages of say 7 and 11), the story is about two students, the jock and the brainiac, who realize they share a love of singing. Despite their friends’ protests, they set their sights on the lead roles in the high school musical, shaking up stereotypes, peer pressure and the fabric of teenage society.
I had no idea I’d end up spending $45 per ticket. Can you say “Holy Gullible Parent, Batman?!” Thank goodness my kids don’t know there is an ice show version – can you say “Holy Licensing Gravy Train!!”
Anyway, after I came back from getting my tickets I learned of the tragedy in Virginia. What happened there is enough to make anyone feel sick, to ask a series of “why’s?” and “how many more of these?” It’s enough to make any parent want to hold their kids close, to keep them safe, even when it seems impossible.
It made me think that maybe I needed to see an innocent, feel-good musical even more than my children.