. . . practicing her "jazz hands" . . .
C.C. and "Taylor" . . . C.C. and "Sharpay" . . . C.C. and "Mrs. Darbus" (AKA owner extraordinaire of theatre company) . . .C.C. and "Troy and Gabriella" . . . And then, after some junk food, which by the way, believe it or not, C.C. did not even ask to have any cake or cookies, though she made up for it the next day when she ate a piece of chocolate fudge cheesecake as her one sugar item of the week . . . anyway, as I was saying . . . and then, after some junk food, it was time for this . . . How many of you had children brought to immediate hysterics with the sight of this scene, just as the music erupted?
Imagine the hysterics of your child, multiplied by about two hundred other little teeny boppers (and parents) and that is what happened in the theatre as this scene showed up on the screen. I, of course cried, because that's what I do, I have no idea why, but that's just what I do.
All in all, it was a great day and night, and early morning since we got home at 1:00 a.m! Anyone ready for HSM3?? Maybe it will take place during winter vacation at Sharpay's ski resort . . . hmmmm, I should email Disney, I could be on to something . . . but I swear, that girl needs to give up on Troy . . . are you with me on this one? For crying out loud, which is almost what I did when Gabriella got in her van and drove away and Troy turned around and walked the other direction, anyway . . . for crying out loud, Troy belongs with Gabriella little Miss Sharpay, move on already, not that I don't love you too, but move on.