TADIKA IDOL 2010.
For a moment, my mind was filled with these words:" ocrap-ocrap-ocrap-ocrap-ocrap"
And then I scouted the words: PARENTS ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR COACHING.
Again, the mantra of ocrap was repeated.
Why-o? You see, I do not exactly have a talent of any sort, except for maybe doing a darn impressive downward dog yoga pose. Oh, maybe nagging can be included in my resume.
And Gooly has not attended any skill-ed classes. Let's see what he can do:
a. breakdance - but I reckon his moves are for You Think You Can Dance, not suited for kindie level
b. BMX stunts
and sword swallowing - AXN materials, not for under 5 to watch.
c. singing - do we want the teachers and fellow students to go deaf with his rawk voice?
And I know kids are going for all sorts of classes now. They will impress the judges with their belly dancing, ballet moves, soprano voices and recitation of the Tang Dynasty poems!
"So what are you going to perform?" I asked meekly.
"I haven't quite decided yet.." he answered, totally oblivious of the ________ he will be facing.
It's all in the name of fun - I hear you saying?
Yeah yeah... I know.
I wrecked my brain and reckoned that his reading skill is pretty ok. So maybe he will READ-A-STORY.
And I will COACH him - To stand straight, full of confident, speak in a crisp clear voice, smile a charming smile, have eye contact with the audience (and throw in a wink for the judge) - a winning formula for a story-ready competition, you think?
Gah! Wish us luck!!
Note: He doesn't do skills a, b, c that well as I boasted.
Note 2: I suppose he can do magic too. But he likes revealing the secrets and this may endanger our lives.