My wife won! …Me? Came in dead last, because I haven’t practiced, my voice was out, and I haven’t done anything like competitive bardic since before the birth of my oldest son. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I still retain the most essential skill, which is to get up in front of a bunch of people and perform at them without freaking out about it. If I had lost that I’d be alarmed right now.
Seriously, just go ahead and do it. Do not apologize, do not explain, do not blather on for twenty minutes before you do your piece. And don’t linger, afterward. Take your bow and efficiently clear the stage so that the next person can have a turn. Learn these traits well, and they will serve you well while you learn how to sing or tell jokes or whatever.
Here endeth the lesson.
Nothing wrong with a bit of shamelessness.
Being a tour guide was one of the most fun gigs I’ve had. (But you really don’t want me to inflict my singing on you. It’s legitimately tuneless.)
Congrats to Mrs. Moe!
I used to do quite a bit of acting but have no real singing voice. Once I tried out for a musical. After singing, the director paused for a moment and then said “You’re a braver man than I am”. Ya. That’s my singing voice.
Congrats to Mrs. Lane on her victory, and to Moe on his.
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Mew