Wherein I work myself into a pickle

‘ve gone and done it now. Remember how I told you I agreed to be in a medieval production–you know, just for kicks? Well, I knew going in I’d been assigned a couple small parts. What I did not know, however, was that I’d been assigned to sing a verse with two other people.

*crickets*

Perhaps you’re not grasping the gravity of the situation. Singing. Out loud. In front of an audience–with nothing more than a vielle for accompaniment. I tend to relegate my singing to shower stalls and empty vehicles, thank you very much. It’s the best for us all, really.

Nonetheless, at rehearsal last night, singers were held back to run through their respective verses. There I sat, at my little desk, willing the clock hands to go faster so we’d make it out before Verse 5, and therefore, unscathed.

Alas, no such luck.

So we three meandered up front and I formulated my plan. It was quite simple really: I’d mouth the words and allow the professional to shine; her resonate voice would meld with the voice of the other singer, bouncing off the walls a few times, thus giving the illusion of three voices. Brilliant, really–except the other singer hatched a similar plan. We ran through the verse two times before the professor lowered her vielle and said, “I’m only hearing one voice.” Really?!That is so weird!  

Eventually, we made enough noise that we were allowed to take a seat–and the next victim singer made his way to the front.

He was a lone wolf. Now if I had to sing a medieval ditty, solo, I’d die a thousand deaths. But he handled the situation with great aplomb–and pitch a bit helter-skelter. That’s all it took. I was struck hilarious. I started laughing and could not stop. How old am I? I know. But I was tired. So very, very tired. Surely, it was exhaustion laughing.

That said, I awoke this morning with renewed vigor. After all, if my mom taught me anything it’s the fact that if you agree to something, you see it through. Not only was I going to sing Verse 5 of Nou is Yole Comen, I was going to own it! And that’s about the time Teenie crept into the office, eyes wide, ears back, tail the size of a swiffer duster.

Apparently, I sound like a dying cat when I sing.

This does not bode well, my friends . . .

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Nou is Yole Comen is available on iTunes if you’d care to sing along. Who knows? Maybe you’ll want to take my place . . . anyone? Anyone?

The Daily Drop Cap is, of course, courtesy of the ever talented Jessica Hische.