photo by Steph Ash
When he is not playing basketball in his swag basketball socks or pwning you in Minecraft, 12-year-old Charlie Ash dreams of being a “sports comedian”. He saw the production of A Scarecrow and His Servant at the Children's Theatre Company on Friday night.
Before the show: What’s this show about? A scarecrow?! (Charlie makes a sound like “Blarghghhghh!”) What if it sucks? What if terrorists break in and take people hostage? It could happen! How do you know it won’t happen?
On dinner: No need to eat. I brought my own condiments. I mean concessions. I brought some Sour Patch Skittles because you don’t like them.
Upon arrival: Oh! This is the place with the giant sun hanging from the ceiling!
On previous Children’s Theatre shows he’s seen: A person in my class—her dad played the dad in a show we saw for our school. It was about a girl who wanted to get adopted. Her name started with an “A”. I don't remember it. There was a dog named Sandy, though. I remember the dog’s name because he was cute.
On his mother’s behavior: Are you taking notes? Are you writing down what I say? Are you working on a story?! I KNEW IT!
Upon being seated: I’m just going to eat these concessions now. Why aren’t you allowed to eat food at plays? It seems like a good time to eat—you can’t go anywhere. Wait. This show is called A Scarecrow and His Servant? I thought it was A Scarecrow and His Peasant. Servants and peasants are different, mom. Duh. Are you getting paid for this? Are you making a profit on this?
Before the show starts: Have you heard of this movie Frozen? Have you heard of this song, “Let It Go”? I’m the only one in my school who hasn’t seen this movie. I don’t understand why you would go to a movie when you can just wait and see it at home.
Upon seeing Dean Holt as the Scarecrow, who has a turnip for a head: (whispering) Mom, what’s a turnip?
Upon realizing that Dean Holt is on stilts: What the…? Is he going to be on stilts the whole time? That is so hard! Seriously! That’s, like, harder than snowboarding.
Upon intermission: It’s pretty good. I liked it when the guy wasn’t wearing pants. Of course you write that down.
After the boy, Jack, eats the Scarecrow’s turnip head: Mom! The coconut! He should use the coconut!
When the villain confesses to massive evil bids for power and rips open his shirt in a frenzy, revealing his bare chest: Oh man that is so awesome.