When I was eight I played the lead in a musical at my school. Before you scoff and say it’s ballsy to say something like play the lead I will have you know that this school was known for putting on some pretty fantastic productions.
We had to audition and everything! No drawing straws or teachers picking the more high-energy, spirited, they tend to lean toward drama ones. You had to earn a part. The production was a medley of musicals and plays…a musiplay? They had some Singing in the Rain thrown in there with Annie along with plays I can’t recall for the life of me. All of this revolved around the fable, Hansel and Gretel. Weird, right? I wouldn’t think of Hansel and Gretel as musical material, but they pulled it off. It didn’t come off nearly as bizarre as it sounds.
So, I was up for the part of Gretel. It came down to me and another girl. We had to sing for this audition. My grade two teacher who was one tough broad…I was equal parts adoring of her and terrified of her…was handling the auditions. She was feared for her brutal honesty and her no nonsense approach. Her job was to play the piano, scrutinize us, and choose. She was it.
It was my turn. Like the Simon Cowell of American Idol I feared she would blast into me and tell me how terrible I was.
While I was singing she called out to me, “Heidi, keep singing! Louder! Keep going! Come on! Keep singing!”
I was shy. Really shy. And a follower. I was not the cutest or the brightest. I was never chosen first. I blended into everyone else. I made sure I did. And on that particular day I learned I had a voice. It wasn’t the best voice, but I had a voice. I was noticed. I was seen. She saw something that I didn’t see. She saw more. More of me than I knew was there. And while it would take years for me to grow up and gain the kind of confidence I needed to feel secure I’ll never forget where it began. With me using my voice and someone calling out their belief in me.
In Clayburn Village Store & Tea Shop
There is a tea shop in this restored 1912 store in Old Clayburn, Abbotsford that is all kinds of charming and has the best soup you will ever consume. Not to mention the scones with devonshire cream and local raspberry jam that taste like things one would only eat in heaven. They are that good. This is one of my favorite places to go to. Did I mention that it holds rows and rows of chocolate and candy too…rows and rows.