splash

Kind of like a cannonball did I enter the theatre today. Tired and vocally cold did I sign up. But, and this is the part I care about over and above the result, I was not asked to speak up and my rhythm was better than my pitch matching.

Of course I can justify that by saying rhythm is what I have worked on this summer (remember the self-motivation, walking to music stuff?). But the former. . .

I was in a large theatre. Me and a piano making noise. Me stopping throughout from losing my place or self-doubt making me wonder if I was on the correct verse. But: I WAS LOUD ENOUGH.

Good show!