Day two and a half

Okay I do believe that it is official between me and Friday and the show. Every Friday performance I have had some shockers, and tonight was no exception.
Last week during “Bring On The Men” I had a complete mental block at the start of my verse and begun singing about teasing and fat men! Not sure where that came from, but the audience didn’t know either way and clapped along. Phew!

Tonight – same song. Sang my verse no problems but straight after the verse I am supposed to sing the line “they break your heart” and again mental block, I just bopped away on the spot. So my partner jumped in and sang the line, and then I sang his lines and he sang my lines, and poor Michelle who is the middle (brilliant singer) just did her parts and was thinking “Bill this is not like you to forget your lines. You’ve been singing this song for years”. Turns out after the show, everyone who knows the song all thought Bill had forgotten his lines not the other way around! I was comfortable with that line of thinking ... but he made sure people knew the truth. Bastard. Below I have posted a version of the song... that's not us singing (although god I wish had bosoms like her!) however it should give you an idea of the song.


Oh and that wasn’t the only song. “Hot Stuff” I was a beat behind the rest of the guys, and turned around while they were all still punching the air. Had to make it look like it was a part of the show, so I started humping the air .... as one does. Stopped humping in time to swivel my hips around like a demented hula hooper and sing my lines. “Hot Hot Hot Stuuufff”. Settle down avid female blogging fans ... in my get up that I am wearing I am far from hot. Try fitting a thin sausage in a toilet roll centre. My pants are like four times my size, and I literally have the wrap my belt twice around me. Thankfully my arse is covered with my jacket and microphone cables hanging from my headpiece, so the audience is luckily spared the hideous view of an oversized gluteus maximus.

Thankfully I wasn’t the only one sprouting mishaps from stage. Our big final number only half of the balloons fell from the heavens (that’s not theatre talk, I just made that up). When the stage crew pulled the cord, it only released half of the balloons. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha .

XOXO
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