the first time Ivy and Derek take their kid to a broadway show
(AN: This one is a little short because I literally have to be on a plane in three hours, but I wanted to get it out before I left.)
“I just don’t want to be those people,” Derek said as Ivy handed him his jacket.
“The people who take their children to see musicals? What, would you rather her do something practical with her time?” his wife asked sarcastically.
“I don’t want to be the bloke who takes a child to the theatre when they can’t handle it. What if she cries? What if she gets restless? It’s distracting,” he said worried. He had a reputation of professionalism to protect.
“Derek, babe, she’s not an infant. She’s four going on forty. We have possibly the only mature toddler in Manhattan.” She had a point. Derek didn’t have much experience with kids before his own, but Emma did seem unusually reasonable for someone who couldn’t even read yet.
“Plus,” Ivy continued grabbing her purse and her keys,”you’ve been playing What To Do A The Theatre with her ever since I got these tickets. Relax, it’s Lion King, not Tosca.”
“They’re doing that at the Met this spring.”
“Really? We should get tickets.”
“I already have them on hold,” Derek said with a smile.
Ivy laughed and kissed her husband. “This is why we need to just bite the bullet and take our daughter to a Broadway show. It’s who we are. Now suck it up!”
“Is it time to goooo yet?” Emma yelled from the hallway where she had been waiting to leave for the last half hour.
Derek sighed. It was now or never.
Derek had seen The Lion King when it opened years ago - he was friendly with Julie Taymor at the time and had dated a dancer playing a leaf or something - but he hadn’t seen it at least ten years.
He didn’t really see it during this Wednesday matinee either. He was too busy watching his daughter.
At first it was to make sure Emma was behaving herself, but then when she had become so still and before the opening number he was hit with a fear he didn’t know he had.
What if Emma didn’t like it? What if she didn’t like musicals or plays or ballets? What if, somehow, he and Ivy were raising a philistine?
But he didn’t have to worry for long because as the first few notes were played and all those weird puppets started coming out of the woodwork Emma’s eyes grew large and sparkled. She sat up in her seat (her very close seat, thanks to her parents’ various connections) and leaned forward.
Derek looked over his daughter’s head and locked eyes with Ivy who was sitting on her other side. She had see the same thing. Emma had caught the bug. She was swept up in the magic of the theatre.
They didn’t watch anything else for the rest of the show.