I had absolutely no jittery nerves. It was the first time in my life that I had ever performed in front of an audience with no butterflies whatsoever.
That probably had something to do with the fact that I was performing with like, 30 other girls.
Plus we had been practicing extensively for weeks.
It was finally time for the Fall Concert, and I swear I could sing the alto part of Vivaldi's "Et in terra pax hominibus" in my sleep. In fact, I had a dream one night that I was singing it. The cool part was that I actually understood what I was saying. But that's a story for another day. :)
In our poofy sleeved, ever-so-fly outfits, complete with closed-toe black shoes, we began our performance in the back of Alumnae Auditorium, singing "Hark, I Hear The Harps Eternal" to the back of our audience's heads. And we sounded FABULOUS, if I do say so myself.
I'm pretty sure that the number of back-of-the-neck goose-bumps was astronomical.
After that, we marched down the aisles and onto the stage singing another lovely number.
Once we were finally in our places and began to sing about some lady named "Gloria", I thought
"Wow my feet hurt."
At this point I was completely slapped in the face by a revelation, one that I must share with the world - one that I am sure will improve the quality of some fortunate soul's future; one that I absolutely cannot keep to myself.
"I should have gotten some black flats."
I knew beforehand that the Judson Singers would have to stand throughout the entire concert, including Faith's performance as well as the hand bell choir. But I had never once given a passing thought to my poor, pitiful feet.
As beautiful as it sounded, I wished for the end of FAITH's performance to come sooner, rather than later. Each passing ding of a hand bell brought the numbness of another cell in my black-pump-clad feet. However, I continued to stand up straight, awkwardly transferring my weight from one numb southern-most extremity to another. Singing our final numbers with pain shooting up my legs was another story though.
Finally the end came with an angelic "Aint-a that good NEWWWWWWWS!" and we were flattered with a standing ovation. Eventually the house lights came on - we were free to leave!
As I took a step, I realized the extent of the damage.
My feet were completely numb.
Like, they didn't even tingle.
Thankfully, I lived through it. I made it back to my dorm room and gingerly massaged my feet back to life.
Have no doubt about it though, I will be investing in some comfortable black flats before Christmas Vespers.