breoaigit | After all, tomorrow is another day...

And thank goodness for that, because tonight sucked the big one, and hard. The microphones weren't working, there were some costume flubs, and the audience was wooden. Our timing and pacing were so far off it was insane. I missed a fricking passe -and- didn't know they'd changed the direction on one of the pas de bourees (dance steps). Even worse, my voice totally cut out on the held high note of my solo in 'Human Again'. I'm grateful it didn't crack, at least, but it just stopped. Guh. This is really disheartening after last Saturday and Sunday's shows went so beautifully. Tomorrow will just have to be perfect, that's all there is to it.

And now that I'm home, there's no one awake that I can whine at or get a hug from. Sniff. Poor, poor pitiful me. I think I'll go to the farm and eat worms. Or maybe chicken, instead. It's BBQd, and the worms probably aren't. ;)