It’s not often you get to say you’ve been on the radio, been filmed by a documentary camera crew and performed live in the space of a week – at least, not if you’re of the non-celeb sort like me – yet in the past seven days I’ve gone from the Radio Cardiff Breakfast Show to the Sororitas Christmas Concert via a brief stint sat talking to camera surrounded by four men staring at me intently with a camera pointed at my face and a boom mic in the corner of my eye! Turns out, talking to camera is a lot more difficult than them off the telly make it look. How anyone manages to do anything other than sit whilst doing it is beyond me – Blue Peter presenters and TV chefs everywhere, I bow before you!
As well as marking the start of what will no doubt be a glorious career in light entertainment, last night’s concert was also the start of Christmas Choirfest – two months of choir rehearsals, endless harmony homework and buying up Asda’s entire stock of sparkly, red festive hairbands (I think I have enough for one per choir rehearsal between now and Christmas, never mind the gigs…!), all leading up to one two-hour performance that, as ever, felt like about two minutes!! Nice to see some familiar faces in the audience, including a few friends from SUPERCHOIR who’d come along to show their support – how’s that for choir harmony? Had a few ‘whoops’ moments, including a spectacular failure on my part to remember to pick up a lyrics sheet for the congregational carols on my way to the stage after leading the entry procession, resulting in a brief period of standing ‘in choir position’ on my own looking, I strongly suspect, very much as if I didn’t know the words to ‘Once In Royal David’s City’ and had been a numpty and gone and forgotten my lyrics sheet… not bad for ninety seconds in, I feel! On the whole though, I think we put on a good show that seemed to go down well with everyone who’d ventured out into the cold, managed to find somewhere to park despite Cardiff’s best efforts and paid money to come and see us and hear us sing – which, at the end of the day, is what concerts are all about