Monday, December 13, 2010


Ignore the random terrified look.  You really don't scare me that much, readers.

The first performance of our church Christmas Cantata was last night, and this is what I wore under my choir robes.  Minus the shoes, because I sing better in my bare feet.  No one could see that outside the choir loft, though.  I had the big black spiritual solo again, and managed to do pretty well.  I just looked at the angel on the Christmas tree and belted it out like Aretha.  You know, if she had lost all the pigment in her skin.  We do it again this coming Sunday, so I have another chance to win or lose.  Let's hope I knock it out of the park.

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