I didn't believe I was so shallow to believe all the hype when I did my solo on Saturday and everybody was going on about how wonderful I was.
I know realistically that I sing in a small provincial choir, to an audience of maybe 150 people (most of whom were relatives of the choir & so pressganged to be there). Maybe I am one of the better singers in that group, but so what? At the end of the day it was nothing special and does not in any way make me a professional singer nor any hope to become one.
But I'm amazed at how flat I feel, coming back down to mummydom, and how desperate that the choir is now taking its Easter break and I don't even get to go to a rehearsal for two whole weeks....
Clearly the few weeks of feeling special, from when I first sang my bit in front of the choir in rehearsals, to when I finally did the real concert have had a more powerful effect on me than I expected. I can't wait to get back & do some more. This is turning from a hobby into a compulsion.
It's no wonder celebrities become so weird and so detatched from reality. Being the centre of attention can be addictive, I never realised how much....
18/03/08 @ 14:37