school concert

Our first concert was one big choral fail! In a totally funny, awesomely bad, no regrets way. It was at a school that resembled Hogwarts with the coats of arms of houses on the walls. We played in an auditorium with bad lighting that was about a quarter full. Gerhard the brass band conductor showed up in a dapper blue, yellow, and orange getup. (We are deeply divided about whether Gerhard is gay or not, and this getup pushed him slightly in the Oscar Wilde direction.) A microphone was knocked off the stage during rehearsal. In the first act, I got terribly post nasal drippy and thought I was going to gag my brains out and so serriptitiously had to unwrap and put one in my mouth and hide the wrapper somewhere while dancing in the front row of the stage. THEN as I was enthusiastically swaying, one of the cough drops that I stored in the waistband of my pants (because of sans pockets) fell down and lodged itself around my thigh. HOT!! In the second act, while the men were singing Kharumi, my right contact popped out of my eye. A little shrivled, I had to get it moist before popping it back in, so I put it in my mouth. (Insert easy joke here.) As I blinked it into place, a minty feeling overcame my eyeball and I realized that I had been sucking on menthol cough drops for four hours. Fun!

The second half of the concert actually went great. “Train” was fantastic, “Bye and Bye” rocked the house, and Gerhard spent most of the set gazing amorously at the soloists. I'm not going to mention “The Click Song” because it will ruin my good mood. When we got back to the hotel, I tagged photos for an hour and then slept the best seven hours of my life.