This year I endeavored to do something I have dreamed of for years. I decided that it was time to stop being a coward and face the music – Jazz music.
I have completed my first Jazz concert ever and I am happy to say that I think it was a success. You may judge for yourselves, I have added a short clip of the night’s adventures. Imagine it – the band is swinging, the director is dancing to the music, I look like a million bucks (okay, closer to a hundred) and am channeling the wisdom of Ella Fitzgerald and Dinah Washington. It is full house, expectant faces at coffee tables drinking their mulled wine when I step forth and burst out a ballad with the power of – wait a cotton pickin’ minute! Is that a flower in my hair?!
In all seriousness though, it was possibly the most fun I have ever had performing. I love singing and performing, I always enjoy it. But for some reason that night was different from any previous experience. The muses were smiling down upon me and I was living in the music. The band did wonderfully, as did all the other singers. The night was perfection. I don’t think I ever stopped smiling. This whole experience has secured an opinion I have held for a couple of years – I was born in the wrong era.
After the concert a large group of us hit the town in celebration. It was great fun. I was even convinced to go dance. We were by far the most overdressed people there, which was complimented by our outdated dance moves. I would just like to say that my best move is definitely the “shopping cart”, although I did bring the house down with “the sandwich”. (Thank you Missy; that would not have been possible without your teaching skills.)
Kelsey
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