I sang Adele’s “Set Fire to the Rain” for our intercollegiate fest. Today.
I have gone solo in the past, but I somehow end up compromising on that 100% effort I usually put in during the practices and rehearsals. It unfortunately diminishes to a mere 50%, leaving me feeling quite dejected by the end of it.
Today was different. I feel sort of…erm..proud..of my performance. Credit goes to my friend, who provided an excellent keyboard accompaniment. I didn’t want to bungle up and douse all the enthusiasm that had been an integral part of our practice sessions.
Okay, I’m making it sound like it was something very crucial, almost a life-or-death situation. It was actually just a solo singing competition for a usual college fest, that I assumed I might eventually forget.
But, looking at it now, I guess I will cherish this day. My voice didn’t waver. I didn’t quiver. I hit the high notes. The words flowed smoothly. I worked at the expression. I know I did it. I feel happy with myself, something that is very rare.
I think I gave my 100%. I don’t care about the competition. I think the stage is lovely. The euphoria after a good performance lies at a higher level than triumph, though I did feel triumphant for having gotten over my fear.
I think I just tasted confidence.