In the wings,
I’ve been coughing all day.
This is going to be awful.
What if I crack on the high notes?
What if I can’t find my first note?
Oh, no. None of that.
It’s going to be great. You can do it!
Enter to the cue.
Gaze around the stage at imaginary birds.
Take the mark, spotlight on.
First note. Yay! Perfect.
Look at the audience. Let’s make them feel the pathos.
This is going surprisingly well.
That means I’m bound to screw up something soon.
First section over.
Other actors dialogue.
I am miming in my space.
Next section is the high section.
I’m doomed. My sore throat will catch.
You’re going to find that tricky start note.
You can do it.
Other actor finishes beautifully.
She passes the song back to me.
Will I get it?
Oh, yay! That was it!
The wide interval, the interval, the interval.
I hate this interval. I always flatten it.
No! You’re going to hit it tonight.
Oh! That was fantastic!
That was the best I’ve ever done it with an audience.
I’m going to screw up the end now.
Stop that! It’s going to be fine.
You’ve done it a thousand times!
Other actor sings her part.
You got through the hard part.
Just the high note for the ending to find.
Whew. That’s the note. Send this note to the back row.
Up. Up. Up.
Oh, crap. Here comes the harmony section. How does it go again?
I DON’T REMEMBER!
Relax! You know this.
Hear the chord? Lovely.
Timing on the ending. Arg. This is always a crap shoot.
You can do it. Listen for the beat.
There. Nailed it. There. Nailed it. There. Ha.
Soar up to ending.
Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold. Hold.
Gaze out to the audience.
That was amazing.
Don’t rush off. Listen. Take the applause. Embrace this moment of success.
Off the stage.
Fast costume change.
Shed one persona, don another.
Inside grinning, grinning, grinning.
I was GREAT tonight!
That was the best rendition I’ve done for an audience.
In the midst of my performance last night, I noticed the commentary happening in my head. It was as if there were two of me or maybe three in there commenting on the action! I thought it’d make an interesting poem. I’m not sure I’ve managed what I was aiming for, but that’s the general idea, anyway.