Center Stage

I just got home from my performance in school. "Create 05." Catchy title innit? It was a showcase of all the various areas of the Arts Department in our school. We had the different bands, the barbershop quartets, choir, a couple of monologues by the year 12 drama students and a fashion show by the fashion and design students. I was in the waiting room pretty much the entire night so I can only judge based on what I saw at the rehearsal yesterday. As far as I'm concerned, everyone was amazing. I was the emcee for the fashion show. I only got the finalised script this morning and I was supposed to have run through it with my drama teacher during class today but I went home sick so I had to go through it myself. I was representing the school radio 'DJs.' I use the term radio loosely here. What the radio crew really do is play music over the school system in the mornings and at lunch times. My cousin and I do the Tuesday morning shows.

The choir sang two songs - I Will Follow Him and Traces Of Faces, of which the latter was written by our director, Sandra Ayodele. I had a solo part on the opening verse of I Will Follow Him and I think I stuffed it up a bit. I simply had trouble breathing and holding my notes. Apparently I wasn't to bad though. At least that's what my principal and one of my teachers said. I am, however, quite pleased with my radio voice. That was so much fun, being able to play with my tone and sound all professional. Well, at least I tried to lol...

What I had not counted on was the fact that I'm still a bit sick from the fever I had last Friday. My mate Emma and I both went down to sick bay after first period and her mom picked up both of us and dropped me home. The embarrassing thing was that in the sick bay I started thinking about Sunday and the muffins I made for Fathers' day and I started missing my dad again. Lucky for me I had my face in a pillow so all Emma heard was my breathing. I am actually surprised how much more I miss my parents whenever I have a performance. So far I've only had two people attend any of my performances. My homestay mom came for my first play at the start of last term and my friend David from church came tonight. I was honestly surprised that he wanted to come at all. I only met this guy two weeks ago but I feel like I've known him all my life. Amazingly we attended the same church in Singapore and now we're in the same church here. Either way I doubt he'll ever realise how much it meant to me to be able to walk onto that stage knowing that there was someone sitting there who'd come to watch me. It was so encouraging to meet him after the show. Apart from getting a hug, it was just comforting to see a familiar face. So David if you're reading this, thanks heaps!!! :)