When my friend called and asked if I wanted to dress up with her to sing, dance, and make fools of ourselves in a community talent show, without any hesitation I said, “I’m in!”
We recruited another sucker and we were set.
Our group leader already had it all planned out. We were going to perform ABBA’s tune Super Trooper, but the “Donna and the Dynamos” version from the movie Mamma Mia.
I’ve actually never seen the movie. Jason and I saw the theater production on Broadway not knowing anything about it other than it featured ABBA music. The only thing we ended up liking about it was the ABBA music, so I skipped the chick flick rendition when it came out. The only enticement to see it for me would be the gorgeous footage of Greece and Colin Firth.
My friend cued up the Super Trooper number on DVD for us to learn the music and choreography from.
I do like Meryl Streep. The woman can play anything!
There are high expectations when you’re trying to mimic a Meryl Streep number. Luckily the instigator of this ordeal took on Meryl’s Donna role and I was just a Dynamo doo wop girl.
We had a blast practicing.
Our kids thought we were nuts and freaked out when we told them we were going to perform in front of people they would know. We told them we would be in costume.
My son asked, “Does it have a mask?”
I answered, “No, but it does have a hat.”
“Good. Make sure it’s down over your face so nobody knows you’re my mother.”
Our groovy get-ups were key to pulling this number off. Our vocals were okay, our dancing was so-so, so if we weren’t decked out in disco diva garb hamming it up it might seem like we thought we were good.
Much to my family’s dismay, I practiced around the house for days with my iPod.
Super Trouper beams are gonna blind me,
But I won’t feel blue,
Like I always do,
‘Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you.
I was sick and tired of everything,
When I called you last night from Glasgow.
All I do is eat and sleep and sing,
Wishing every show was the last show.
So imagine I was glad to hear you’re coming.
Suddenly I feel all right.
And it’s gonna be so different when I’m on the stage tonight.
“Super Trooper” is ABBA’s whiney “Success is so hard” song. Doesn’t every singer/band have one? They work and dream and sacrifice to get to the big time, then when they do they say they just want a simple, normal life of home and family.
Like Michael Bublé’s “Home:”
Another summer day has come and gone away in Paris and Rome,
But I wanna go home.
May be surrounded by a million people I still feel all alone.
I just wanna go home.
Oh, I miss you, you know.
Another airplane, another sunny place, I’m lucky I know,
But I wanna go home.
Or DAUGHTRY’s suspiciously familiar tune also titled “Home:”
Be careful what you wish for ’cause you just might get it all.
You just might get it all and then some you don’t want.
Oh, well I’m going home, back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I’m going home.
They should head on home to my house. I got plenty of normal life things they could do to beat the rich and famous blues like dishes, dusting, and weeding.
Isn’t it ironic that we always want what we don’t have?
My desperate housewife friends and I are blessed with good homes and family life, yet we’ll put on polyester bell bottoms and go-go boots to sing and dance around a community stage like dorks to get a tiny taste of stardom, while real stars are on stage in front of thousands of screaming fans wishing they were home folding towels.
Our performance went pretty well. We rocked the clothes and had fun, but we forgot some words, missed a few notes and muffed a couple steps.
It’s a good thing we have homes and families.