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White House Shenanigans

I didn’t mean for this post to take so long, but alas, life has a way of getting away from me at times.

As part of the A.L.L. program that Timothy is enrolled in, his class wrote and performed a class opera (they wrote the lyrics and then they were set to music by Opera by Children, an educational outreach program of the Utah Festival Opera). They began work on the opera in September and the performance was on March 28. They titled it “White House Shenanigans.” A summary from the program says it best.

Our story begins with the farmers, who have traveled to the White House seeking the president’s help. The dragons have been burning their crops and people are going hungry. When the farmers arrive at the White House, to their dismay, they only find campaigning billionaires. The president left because an alien ship crashed into the White House. The dragons, who love to burn, damaged the ship by blowing fire at it. Each billionaire offers to pay the dragons to stop burning if the farmers will vote for him/her. The plot thickens when the confused 1950s children enter Washington D.C. 2011 because they were playing with a time machine. The stranded children and aliens both want to go home. The aliens ask the billionaires for money to fix their ship but are denied because they cannot vote. After convincing the billionaires that they can’t all be president in 2011, the aliens proposed to take each billionaire to a different time period. Thrilled at the chance to be president, the billionaires fund the ship repair. After learning about classification, the dragons agree to burn garbage instead of the farmers’ crops. Everyone is happy. Their problems are solved!

White House Shenanigans

Timothy was one of the aliens. It was a fun evening. Way to go Timothy! Here are some clips from the opera.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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  1. Pretty amazing. it looks like they did a great job. Aunt Lynda

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