As always we will do our best to be as fair as
possible in choosing who will play the roles in our show. There will always
be some people that will be disappointed, but all you can is your best. Remember that whatever role you are playing in the show, you are just as important as everyone else.
Then please make and upload a video of you singing your song and performing all three parts and whatsapp to Pam's mobile number before 1st November.
Please use the same acting and expression as in the video but remember YOU MUST APPEAR IN YOUR VIDEO - NOT JUST A RECORDING OF YOUR VOICE. We need to see you. Feel free to use props or costume too. We are looking for energy, confidence and most importantly of all - your best. The lyrics and a link to a backing track for recording are below.
You'll find a recording of the song here
Everything has its season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason and I'll soon show you a rhyme
Cats fit on the windowsill
Children fit in the snow
Why do I feel I don't fit in anywhere I go?
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
I've got to be where my spirit can run free
Got to find my corner of the sky
Should I or shouldn't I? You know what they say: 'lf you don't explore, you'll never discover." But my sister Mathilda always says, 'Look before you leap.'' Well I’m looking and it looks pretty deep and dark and l can't see the bottom and maybe it goes all the way to the centre of the earth and I'Il be burnt to a crisp in the molten core like the bad marshmallow we’ve all heard so much About…. Or not. (pause) Ok. I looked. Now it's time to leap!
Oh, don't let those dried out little flowers get you down, kid. Sweetie pie! Lambchop, honey dew…. They’re iust gonna wind up sitting around in somebody's imitation cut glass vase for three days until they wither and die, then it's "thanks a lot and out with the garbage~ But enough about them. I'm the Caterpillar, kiddo your wonder of wonders, your miracle of miracles. your happy, happy day! I have a great life and I am precisely three inches tall. Which reminds me…. I’m off to the ball. The Ugly Bug Ball of course!
painting my roses red? Who's been painting my roses red? Who dares to taint
with vulgar paint my royal flower bed? For painting my roses red someone will
lose their head.
That's enough numerical stuff. Enough of your scarlets and crimson vermillions and rouges and cherries and reds. For painting my roses red… you are going to lose your heads!