Having a junior moment: the sequel
I’m sure that the readers of my blog found my account of my singing-related memory loss to be as thrilling as an extremely thrilling thing, so it only seems fair that I share the sequel – what happened following this nerve-wracking episode?
The sequel begins at the end of the concert. The church we were performing in likes to make it quite clear that it appreciates our presence, and does so by having an extended period of embarrassment at the end where a speech is made and presents are given to the performers. Chocolates were handed round the choir, the accompanist got something, the conductor got a bunch of flowers, and the soloists got a little something as well. Except me. It seems that somebody had miscounted the number of soloists and had not bought quite enough wrapped chocolate goodies to go around. And it was assumed that once the supply of chocolate goodies had run out, so had the supply of soloists. I didn’t mind this at all, as I hate taking curtain calls of any kind, and receiving flowers (for the ladies) and chocolate (for the men) meant that one had to stand up and acknowledge the assembled company. I was quite happy to be overlooked, particularly since I wasn’t ever supposed to be performing the song in the first place, being a stand-in for someone who couldn’t make that concert.
As it turned out, I did get some chocolate anyway, as one of the men has no sweet tooth at all (how is that possible? how can one live without chocolate?) and passed their lovely Cadbury’s delights on to me. So I got chocolate without having to take a bow – best of all possible worlds.
And then…
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