It is the month of the pink ribbon, and in honour of this very important cause, I am going to be performing in front of an audience of over 500 people next Friday evening at a Girls' Night In Fundraiser. Anyone who knows me, knows this is not something that I am in the habit of doing. I am a chameleon not a peacock; although you wouldn't know it from looking at this photo.
Granted, it is only a lip-sync number and there will be seven other women on the stage with me, but for me--this is monumental!
When I first met William, he had to triple-dare me to get me to sing out loud. I wouldn't even sing the national anthem in front of just him. Now, you can't shut me up, BUT (and this is a big but) I WILL NOT sing in public. You won't find me up at the karaoke mic, belting out ballads from Bette Midler or leading a chorus of I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor. I will be the one sitting at my table, quietly sipping my chardonnay and secretly snickering at those of you who do venture up there at the peril of your own dignity.
So, to get me up in front of an audience of this size to strut my stuff on a catwalk, is an amazing feat of persuasion from a very special person. To persuade me to do it twice is beyond comprehension.
You see, in May this year, I participated in the Relay for Life, which is a relay they hold every year to raise money for the Cancer Council of Queensland. Part of it was to enter your team in a lip-sync contest. We performed Sisters are Doin' It for Themselves by Annie Lennox and Aretha Franklin. It was something I had to do. I had to put myself outside my comfort zone, and I am so glad I did it. I came close to passing out from the stage-fright, but when it was all over, the feeling was exhilarating! An added bonus is that we won third place.
However, when the opportunity came up to repeat the performance at the Girls Night In, my study and workload came first and I declined to participate. Also, I had been there, done that, and I didn't need to do it again.
On Wednesday, I received a call from a dear friend who is going through her own battle with this dreaded disease. She is too ill and would not be able to do the performance. She asked me to take her place. With my recent assignment for school done and dusted, and my project for work ticking along nicely, there was no excuse. I had to help out.
So I spent today getting up to speed on the new moves that have been added to our routine to accommodate the shape of the new stage, and I must say that my confidence is waning. Although I know all the basic moves, they have changed a few things and I only have six days to get it right, with no rehearsals scheduled until the day before the performance.
I predict quite a few imperfections in Friday's performance. Perhaps if I just smile and wiggle my bum, they won't notice that I just knocked my fellow sister head-first into the audience.