I love rehearsing.
And yet, if somebody asks me, “Should we do it again, or are we good?”, I am the first one to say, “I’m good.”
It’s a puzzlement.
I am, if nothing, contrary.
This weekend, for the first time in literally years, I had rehearsal.
I had rehearsal for a show that was supposed to happen in February but has now been delayed until sometime in April (the good Lord (TIDBI) and Omicron willing).
I was worried on my way over to the rehearsal. I have not sung, seriously, for a very long time (the last time being at Chris and Darrick’s engagement party). What kind of shape was my voice in? (Fine, it turns out.) Could I stand for any length of time without back pain? (Yes, I can.) Would I have the necessary breath support? (Again, yes, I do.)
I did not stink up the place. I did good. I kept up.
God (TIDBI), I miss this.