The Mikado is a story of a young man named Nanki-Poo, who is the son of the emperor of Japan. Nanki-Poo runs away from home when he discovers that he is betrothed to an elderly woman- Katisha. Rather than live in a loveless and utterly repulsive marriage, he abandons his royal birth and masquerades as a traveling musician, whereupon he meets and falls in love with the girl of his dreams- Yum-Yum. The plot deepens when Nanki-Poo discovers that Yum-Yum is also betrothed to another man whom she does not love. Oh... what to do? What to do?
Well, suicide. That's what. After all, this is a story that involves the Japanese emperor- and the Japanese love their tragedies. Nanki-Poo, being the young, passionate man that he is, considers this his only option until he is given another alternative- which carries out the remainder of the play.
For one, I was completely torn by Nanki-Poo's dilemma. So young and trapped, his future is bleak. Where was the ray of hope? I kept trying to think of how he was going to get out of his predicament so that he could have his "happy ever after", but I couldn't see it coming. I really couldn't.
Then my motherly instinct kicked in when I saw Mr. Tailor hold up his knife and threaten to kill himself. I just couldn't bear it. Silly, I know. But you can bet that I felt compelled to let Mr. Tailor know after the play was over, when he asked for my opinion, that I was so happy to see that things worked out in the end. I further had to explain to him that I felt that the moral of this story was that in life, no matter how hopeless our situation might appear at the moment, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I had to really make that very clear to him. Looking at me like I must be crazy, he let me know that he understood.
Then there was that kissing part. I know it was only on the cheek, but it looked so real. Mr. Tailor said that after the show was over, some of the cast members asked about the "gasp" they had heard from the audience when Mr. Tailor, acting as Nanki-Poo, kissed Yum-Yum. I'm sure it wasn't me. Really- it was probably the other mother in the audience watching her daughter being kissed by my son.
Although I couldn't convince Mr. Tailor otherwise.
And finally, that voice. Where did it come from? When did Mr. Tailor learn how to sing? It had to have been only within the last couple of days, right? Nevertheless, I was completely blown away. You know that pride that a mom experiences when she sees her child do something that everyone knows is great? Well, I saw my son do something great this night and I knew that I couldn't take an ounce of credit. I won't even try. But I'll tell you one thing- I felt honored to get his hug afterwards.
|photo taken by Craft Queen|
My oh my... how the time does fly.