Here we go.
For those of us in the performance ensemble racket, today begins two weeks of what many call…well, let’s just say it’s a busy time. It’s the morning of a Christmas concert, and there is much trepidation. My nervousness comes not from worries that my students won’t sing well, because they do. Rather, it’s all the other factors: my piano playing, technical issues, and the ubiquitous fear that someone will do a swan dive off the risers. It doesn’t happen often, but it has happened recently. It’s in my brain, I can’t lie.
I have many athletes in my choir who come to the concert directly from various practices. They’re tired and winded, and in spite of my instructions and their best intentions, many of them don’t eat or drink before they go onstage, so they’re weak, and sometimes dehydrated. Bad combo. My concerts are not lengthy — an hour at the most; often shorter and never longer — but standing under hot lights for twenty minutes is sometimes too much for some singers (and in case you’re wondering, it has historically been only male students who pass out at my concerts…weird). Thankfully, Greg runs the lights a little cooler, and I have resorted to installing fans offstage.
I refuse to go without robes, although it’s been suggested. I dunno…to me, that would be giving into the insanity; being controlled by it. Ain’t going there.
Still, when it’s all over with, I always say, “Hm, that was nice. Not so bad after all.” It’s the lead-up that’s the killer. I hate those hours, and they start now.