Having a junior moment
Once people enter middle age, whatever that may be, they seem to feel entitled to put any lapses of memory or outbreaks of bizarre thinking down to a ‘senior moment’. I’m not sure what age allows entry to the senior moment club, but I’m fairly sure I haven’t reached it, being a spring chicken of 28. My intriguing memory lapse at last night’s concert must therefore have been a junior moment.
There I was, happily singing the man’s half of ‘I’ll Know’ from Guys and Dolls, when I suddenly realised I didn’t know what the next line was. I couldn’t stop, and although the music was on a stand nearby, I had no idea where on the page I actually was. Nobody could have rescued me, so I just had to smile and keep singing. Anything. Any old words until I reached a point where I knew exactly what I should be singing and when. Unfortunately, the point I was aiming for was also the point where my duet partner comes back in to the song, and I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t sure that I’d be on the right words by this point.
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