|Zach and Cy: "Today I don't feel like doing anything"|
|Cy and Zach prepare to go on..|
|Elza and Tallulah|
|MC Jackson waits his turn..|
|Me as the Tin Man|
I did a jagged, stiff-legged dance totally appropriate to the character but which was so incredibly lengthy it may have even had two parts. I think the second part was added after Mum sewed the individual 15 Yellow Brick costumes as well.
As I entered the stage from the wings, stiffly of course, I felt euphorically devoid of a heart. I was the Tin Man. "That clinking, clanking, clattering collection of caligenous junk". I swooped, kicked and swung my hatchet, devastatingly affecting. I remember finally killing the young tiger (hmm did that actually happen in the story?) to abandoned uproarious applause.... which I now realise was the audiences' desperate banging of feet, hands and heads to get the blood flowing again.
Have you ever wondered why so many superbly untalented people line up for days to enter American Idol. Where on earth did they get the idea they can sing and dance? Why, Toto, one day in the past, those people did their own Tin Man Dance and they received that same uproarious, albeit relieved, applause.
What's your talent?