Lil 5"4 ass
I used to hate math. Like, hate it with a vengeance kinda thing. No problems whatsoever with the teacher. Nice guy and all. Then he left. And an older man was the replacement. Suddenly, boy do I LOVE math! I went from a -F, if there's such a grade, to a B. I remembered him telling me, I actually had it in me, just needed the key to open the door and let free the knowledge, the capability. And I realized then, that said key was him. My math teacher. Modest man. Simple man. Easygoing. Approachable. But he'll let the class have a taste of his iron fist when we got outta line.
That's who I've come to think of the late Mr Manners. The key. Sure, everyone of the directors who came and went were good in their own right. But from the relationship that's been spoken off time and again by the boys themselves and the rest of the cast AND crew, it's pretty obvious who's the best. The cast are good in their own right. But it takes a good eye, a DAMN good eye to notice the strengths of the individual casts and experience and a bucketload of natural ability to draw said strengths to the surface and allow the casts to create magic.
Anybody can plant a flower. But it takes a special pair of hands to make it blossom and bloom and flourish, full of life and love, apparent to the naked eye.
RIP man.
That's who I've come to think of the late Mr Manners. The key. Sure, everyone of the directors who came and went were good in their own right. But from the relationship that's been spoken off time and again by the boys themselves and the rest of the cast AND crew, it's pretty obvious who's the best. The cast are good in their own right. But it takes a good eye, a DAMN good eye to notice the strengths of the individual casts and experience and a bucketload of natural ability to draw said strengths to the surface and allow the casts to create magic.
Anybody can plant a flower. But it takes a special pair of hands to make it blossom and bloom and flourish, full of life and love, apparent to the naked eye.
RIP man.