I was in Europe when I received a text from a friend asking if I would be interested in doing a singing gig with her and a mutual friend (my BFF). I immediately replied yes but just as quickly regretted it. I decided not to worry about it since the gig wasn't till an entire month away. Well, soon enough the days leading up to the date became disastrous for my stomach, my confidence and my nerves.
The nervous stomach knots were natural considering I haven't "had" to sing in front of an actual audience in years, and I mean YEARS. I do the ritual karaoke nights almost weekly but I don't think that counts. This was a legitimate gig and I was terrified. See, music and singing is one of my greatest love in life and thankfully for me I happen to know how to sing. But it took me a long time to confidently acknowledge that. The fact of the matter is that the thing I love the most is also the thing that frightens me the most.
The gig was this past weekend. It was to accompany the band singing back-up at a lovely garden wedding in Lancaster, PA. The entire experience was magnificent and one I will not soon forget. I was careful to follow the other ladies lead and concentrated on my parts as best I could. I sang, danced and interacted with the crowd. It was a good time all around. As the night progressed I became more confident and more relaxed. And although I was encouraged to sing a lead I stuck to back-up. Baby steps for me, thank you very much. In all it was a huge accomplishment for me. It was having my biggest fear and love collide in one.
I don't know if another experience/opportunity like this will present itself again but I'm grateful for it. It helped boost my confidence to another level and it feels great. Maybe now someday sooner rather than later I'll actually get up and try that open mic.
xoxo
Jah