Amy and I went to watch this production for kids in which Phil played keys. It was a very strange feeling of out of placeness. We weren't entirely comfortable up the front, so close we could touch the stage. However, as most kids things do, it broke us down until we became absorbed. Amy even cried (it counts as crying if a single tear trickles).
Adults are way too careful about making a fool of themselves. I regret not hollering as Santa marched around the stage, or waving wholeheartedly when he looked at me.
The hesitancy to do those things is what separates adults from kids.
I want to be a kid again and not care.
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