Roll on Saturday....

Tomorrow is the school play thing and I am really rather nervous. The rehearsals this week have gone really well, and I’ve been praised by the rest of the ‘band’ for my efforts and my ability to keep the rhythm of the songs going even when they’re being massacred by people on stage singing in the wrong time and the wrong key, but I’m still suffering some pre-gig nerves. I haven’t been drumming all that long really, and it’s not as if I’ve diligently practised day-in, day-out since I got my kit, and I’ve never performed in public before, and tomorrow there could be 200 parents in the audience. The only thought in my head is AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!
Part of me is hoping I’ll be ill overnight and therefore unable to turn up. I think it’s the same part of me that hoped I’d die on the night before my GCSEs, even though I wanted to do them, and do them well, so I could go off to university. Nervous energy does strange things to you. I think it gets created by your body from all the adrenaline, then it floats around your body looking for a place to latch onto, eventually settling for your mind, where it expends itself by making you visualise horrible, terrible, soul-destroying outcomes, like playing the damn song backwards or accidentally stabbing someone’s eye out with a drumstick.
I’m hoping this is a “day before is worse than the day itself” scenario, but I’m not sure. I’m hoping I’ll wake up tomorrow feeling confident and full of excitement, but I’m also preparing myself for the fact that I’ll wake up tomorrow feeling EVEN WORSE THAN TODAY.
Anyway, in cheerier news, I have to say the supermarket have been fantastically supportive about this. They’re giving me the whole of tomorrow off unpaid so I can get there in good time, and even though the school is in a different County they’ve donated lots of raffle prizes to help them raise more funds. When they put their minds to it, they’re a damn good company to work for.
(Until January, when they’ll be forcing us to open overnight and expecting me to change my hours accordingly. But let’s not dwell on that now - let’s highlight the good stuff and continue the Christmas positivity.)
For my advent treat this morning I had a tiger. But I’d left the calendar leaning against a radiator, so the tiger looked more like an ant foetus.

RC 8-12-16