And the weekend off was just a tease. As soon as Monday hit, it was back to early mornings and my favorite time of day, 5 a.m.
I still firmly believe that the hours of 3-6 a.m. should not exist and have no real value...
and today was a very special 5 a.m. day.
It started off beautifully. I was up and ready and only had half a block walk to the van. I even had 10 minutes to kill so I walked down the block to grab an apple (#skinnybitch). I approached the van at 5:59 a.m. expecting to be no later than the second one there and found
EVERYONE WAS IN THE VAN READY TO GO!
I mean, this didn't even happen when we were all staying in the same hotel room and here we were traveling from Brooklyn and the Bronx to leave on time for once in our lives.
This was going to be a great day!
JK of course something was going to go terribly wrong.
We arrived at the venue with an extra 45 minutes to spare. Set up should be a breeze right?
WRONG!
We were in a gymnasium...a gymnasium that had never hosted a show before...and our sound system wasn't working. You see, we're used to being in theatres that have their own sound system, but as you can imagine, an Elementary School's gymnasium would rarely have such a set-up.
Nearing the final minutes, we were lost...it appeared we would once again be doing the show with one small monitor and no microphones.
BUT MIRACULOUSLY ALL WAS SAVED! George Washington somehow shook the wires like a rescued strand of Christmas Lights and our sound poured through the system. Our amplified voices raised above the music and we sounded like a choir of angels! All was saved.
JK of course something was going to go terribly wrong.
We set for the top of the show and as soon as Benjamin Franklin muttered his first lines we could sense the unease.
I waited for my music cue, but nothing came. Then, in the faint distance, I could hear what sounded like an iPod's earbuds turned on full blast in the next room...I had no choice but to rip down the banner and scream as written.
As the founding fathers rushed the crowd to begin our ROCK we were swallowed by silence. NO music...only the faint iPod noise in the distance. We were speechless. We scrambled as all 300 faces stared back at us in confusion...we tried to start the song over, fumbled with chords, ad-libbed for days and God would not answer our pleas.
We were directed to continue the show as normal.
A CAPPELLA.
Like, are you KIDDING ME universe? You have to be saying to yourself reading this that there is surely no way we performed a 1 hour pop-rock show for a group of students with NO instrumental tracks (and by NO I mean the iPod earbud whisper), but we in fact did.
OH YES WE DID.
and even as those children slapped their hands to their faces and the surly teachers glared at us in disappointment
we
continued
rocking.
Until the final curtain...when we then retreated to our dressing room in laughing shame.
I refused to leave until the gymnasium was emptied.
What would Idina say?!
I silence my emotions with food,
TJB: Making It
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