Bloom and Grow

From a musical production review a few years ago:


Everyone knows and loves The Sound of Music (TSom) story and heartwarming and catchy musical numbers. What first-time production goers may not know is that the stage version of TSoM is a little different from the beloved movie.  These are a Few of my Favorite Things is sung towards the plays beginning as a duet between Maria and Mother Abbess.  The Lonely Goatherd is sung to the children during the thunderstorm.  These are two examples, but the most obvious difference is there's no Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer. While that might be hard to accept, it’s possible to find a production- a high school production- that holds its own and creates quite a remarkable show.  


Such was the case at the blank High Schools production of TSoM.  It was hard to decide on what was most astounding when the play opened its curtains.  Was it the professional-grade backdrops? The impeccable costumes? The fast and capable crew? The Boston Pops-esq orchestra? While all were stunning, it was quickly obvious that it was the immensely talented cast, many of whom are ready for Broadway. 


Senior (name redacted 1) stole scenes, if not the whole show, belting out Mother Abbess' songs like a true trained professional.  In fact, her solo at the end of act One had the audience not only tearing up, but giving a rousing standing ovation. One audience member, not affiliated with the school or the cast, was even overheard asking 1 for her autograph - can you say TAMY?


(Name redacted 2) and (Name redacted 3) made a wonderful Maria and Captain Von Trapp.  2 brought to life a sweet and bubbly Maria with an angelic voice while 3 delighted as the stern Captain turned loving family man.  


Each cast member deserves a lengthy review for their efforts, as all delivered warm and honest performances in a show that could have easily passed for a college-level production.  Watching these driven high school students, who poured everything into this incredible show, was a true delight, and these budding stars should all be exceedingly proud of themselves for such an outstanding show.  Rodgers and Hammerstein would be proud. 




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