Duffy still a lap puppy!

The show must go on

Is it them? I see the pink, in the wings..wiggling and squiggling about. The sound system is bad, and there is some confusion. Oh..are they afraid? Do they need me back there? I just dropped them off, in the back, gave them a kiss and Larry and I walked out and around to find our seats. All my backstage memories come pouring back. Grumbling stomachs, racing heartbeat, and I begin to relive them all. What have I done? Are they alone in the back with their fears? I should go to them. I hold my breath...

Meanwhile the girls sit backstage coloring, snacking on cliff bars, waiting to go out and dance. What would they think, if they knew their mother was having such separation anxiety? Would they come and save me? Instead, they march out on stage, dance and sing their hearts out, while tears run down my face. (Wasn't I just telling them if they cried they would have big black stains down their faces) No, I didn't need to tell them that. They are fearless. No tears, no flinch, no twitch...While I completely melt down out in the audience. I am glad my girls still are under the impression that they need me. I will keep up the show as long as possible...after all..

the show must go on!