I sat in the audience, all grins (and loving pride), watching my Piano Man conduct The Wizard of Oz. My seat was flanked by a couple—a man and a woman—and a gentleman. As soon as act one was over, we began discussing Dorothy’s sweet voice, the Scarecrow’s sassy wobbliness, the Lion’s wonderfully fun tone, the Wicked Witch’s contagious cackle…
The woman said, “I just love the music. It makes you feel like you’re there.”
I agreed. Later, I even told my Piano Man that I closed my eyes, a time or three, and felt like I was in Oz… um, in the movie (and I thought of Oma Linda, the Celebrate Oz witchy queen ;-)
One of the men asked, “How did you like it dear? I’m a music lover,” he said, “the explosions and the flying are lively, but the music, the music!”
I, puffed up about three sizes too big (and I’m not talking about my hair), said, “I loved the sexy trees.” Seriously, my Wicked Luvs, the Apple Trees weren’t only dressed to kill but one of them had the feistiest of all Jersey accents. I nearly died laughing when she addressed the travelers. “But the music was what touched my heart the deepest. It is always amazing to see everything put together, after my guy spends so much time practicing and—”
“Oh my!” the man put his hands on over his heart, “You know the Lion!”
I was taken aback, for I had been pointing at my Piano Man when I spoke. I didn’t understand why the man assumed that… Then I looked at the Lion again; he was the only person on stage with brown sugar on his skin. “No,” I said with a huge grin on my face, “The conductor is my fiancé. But I understand your confusion, the Lion and I do have the same mane.”
The man laughed, loudly.
I left it at that. He looked too mortified to need any more punishment.
The other gentleman was not as, um… gentle as I. He said, “You thought she knew him just because they are both Black?”
No one uttered a word until the end of the second act, when the lady said, “Tell your fiancé that we enjoyed ourselves immensely. He is a talented man. You’re such a lucky woman.”
I related her message to my Piano Man after the show. Many times. Because I share the woman’s view.
I also shared the anecdote with the Lion… And we laughed… But deep, deep, deep inside, it wasn’t all that funny. For some reason, the man’s assumptions brought to mind feelings left behind by the outcome of the Zimmerman trial. Sometimes, people are just too quick to jump the gun…
On a happier note, I can be my Piano Man’s groupie, if I want to. And I do…
Dorothy, Toto, the Scarecrow, the Tinman, and um… my Lion brother from another mother?
Look at that smile!
If Toto (Loki on this side of the rainbow) doesn’t cheer you up, leave it to the music, my Wicked Luvs ;-)
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