Sunday, April 08, 2007

A Sign From Above

This morning, we had our Easter services. I had a solo. Yes ... me... the one who complains about not getting solos. I had one. It was brief, but it was there and I was ready to Tear. It. Up.

So I am singing away in the first service, and I thought that the choir anthem was more toward the middle of the service. The director starts waving his arms, and this really familiar music starts playing.

Me: La dee da. Hmm... where did Ace say he put my purse? Where ARE my parents? I can't find them in here at ALL and if they miss my sol.... WTH? Is THAT my music? Oh SH** it is.

Now. That was the inward discussion. The outward appearance was one of bliss, and then it was this:

So I about fell down off of the step, tried to non-chalantly, but hurriedly make it to the mike stand, and my director was kind enough to reach in and hand me my mike. And then I was off and singing. So I didn't really have a lot of time to get too nervous.

I went to sit with my parents afterwards, and asked my mother how it sounded. The Mominator, in her true style, said "well, your notes were dead-on, but you were WAY too loud. Do you think that you can hold the microphone down a little bit when you sing the next time?"

Me: Well no, Mominator. That isn't MY job. That is the guy in the sound booth's job to mix the mike in with the rest of the stuff. Go talk to him.

So I go into the second service, knowing exactly where I was supposed to sing, and was ready to do it. I walked up with confidence, grabbed my mike, and decided to check to see if it was on. Sure enough, it wasn't. But there are only sixteen measures in a fast 4/4 time to try to turn that puppy on, and when it wasn't turning on, I calmy handed it to my director, and started singing sans mike.

He got it turned on for me and handed it back, smooth as silk.

So there are a few theories: (1) it was the diva soprano who turned it off (who had the mike beforehand), (2) it magically turned off on its own, or (3) it was my mother. I was voting for # 3. It turned out to be # 1.

BUT here's the lesson learned in this little story: as much as I have bad-mouthed my director in times past, he was right there to help me. So I needed to learn that life's lesson. And it was also God's way of showing me that He has a sense of humor.

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Anonymous Robin said...

You did an AMAZING job Mer, and totally, on Easter Sunday..the busiest day of the year. You hit it all DEAD on...
My lesson learned is that one tiny purse apparently indicates that a WHOLE row is saved..
hmm...I must have missed out on that etiquette tip

7:04 AM  
Blogger Knitting Maniac said...

Thanks, Robin.

And yeah... what was the deal with THAT?

12:30 PM  
Blogger The "Mind" said...


At least you sounded stellar, eh?

2:19 PM  
Anonymous kailani said...

Mominator is hilarious! I'm sure you were awesome!

4:43 PM  
Blogger Janean said...

WOW, here I thought MY mom was an anomaly. Turns out there's another one like her in the world.
YOUR mom! must be something about that generation..
You held it together like a real pro! Way to go.

2:46 AM  
Anonymous jenn said...

oh dear, sounds like you more than pulled it off.

I hate when that happens. I'm often not paying enough attention to things around me and frequently look like that.

2:47 PM  

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