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Seize the Day

Musical theater students at Reservoir High School need your help. They are trying to win the rights to be the first amateur production of “Newsies” by participating in a contest run by Playbill. It’s one of those vote early, vote often community click contests.

Surely Howard County can rally around these kids and their dedicated teachers. Right now they’re in second place behind a performing arts school in Elkhart, Indiana.

Here is the link:


You can learn more about the contest and what Reservoir would be winning. Also, each school made a video. Reservoir’s entry is at the bottom. 

If you have a musical theater kid you have probably heard of “Newsies”. The original Disney movie took my house by storm when my older daughter was a teen. Now her younger sister is an equally big fan of the theatrical version. Trust me, you want to see a local production of this. It’s a fun show with some valuable themes about standing up for what’s right and persisting even when things get tough.

Vote every day until February 25th. I am pretty sure you can vote on multiple devices. (Not sure about that bit.) I’m hoping that by posting this on the blog we can widen the circle of support and help push their efforts over the top.


Now is the time to seize the day
Stare down the odds and seize the day
Minute by minute that's how you win it
We will find a way
But let us seize the day
“Seize the Day”, Music by Alan Mencken, lyrics by Jack Feldman

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