Last night, a story stepped out from the back of my mind. It was all about one of those amusing little corners of life. It took place a long time ago. This is what happened.
My son, Maxi was at primary school in Vienna. And the school was holding its number 1 party. Its carnival party. And, the best part of this party was the talent competition. 32 kids had signed up to take part. The prizes were very, very good.
The hall was packed. Parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles and other good friends. Everyone there was excited. Which little darling would win? Who would go home with first prize?
Little Susie was first on the stage. Her song was as good as expected. She performed it well in a well practiced little school girl way. Then came little Martin, then sweet little Sarah, then, Marlene of 4a, and so-on and so-on. .And all of them sang the very same song!
With ten songs to go, the mood of the audience was beginning to wither. Every song was the same. All very boring. Then came Christine. She had something different to sing. A sigh of relief could be heard. The audience stopped being bored.
But the dawn was only short lived. After Christina had finished, the show went on as before! The very same song. Again and again and again. When would it finish?
But, everything comes to an end. Every sweet little child was given a book as a prize. Not Christina. Her prize was special. She took home two books for being original.
All in all, the kids were all happy. They had taken their chance to show off and had all done it well, Only one had been different. Christina. And that’s what talent shows are. Moments in life that are not only painful, but also very good fun. Your own flesh and blood is always the best, the others have no chance at all.
A talent show that came out of the past.
