It was the big night; our chorus class had practiced half a year for this concert. We were all donned in our white button up shirts and black skirts, while the boys wore white buttoned up shirts with black pants. The audience was packed, all the moms and dads huddled together in the auditorium awaiting our entrance onto the stage.
Our prize pieces for the night were, ‘Ghost of John’ and ‘Penny Lane’. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything.
My entire class was standing outside the auditorium, peeking in to see if we could find our parents or someone we knew. There was a minute left before we were to enter, quietly, in our single file lines. My chorus teacher was sweating bullets. I was standing next to my friend, when our teacher announced it was time to walk in.
Everyone moved quickly to get into their places, except me. I was in dress shoes and a skirt. This may shock you, but I can’t wear those things. Especially in combination. My friend tugged me along.
“Come on, we have to get in line.”
Working on it.
For a split second, a terrible thought crossed my mind. How embarrassing would it be to trip in front of that packed auditorium, while trying to get onto the stage? I couldn’t imagine anything else as embarrassing. Don’t worry, I didn’t trip in the auditorium. I did, however, find something that was more embarrassing.
We were on the lower level of the waiting area. There was a set of steps up to the door to get in, where kids were now filing up. I mixed somewhere in the middle there. Five steps. That’s all there were, five steps. I just had to get up those five steps to get into the auditorium but naturally that’s not something within my ability to do. My foot caught that third step and I tumbled forward, crashing on the fourth and fifth step; I felt my skirt flip up behind me.
My friend seemed shocked and embarrassed for me and she pulled me up off the step.
“Are you okay?”
I turned to see half my class behind me, some actually bothered to look like they didn’t see what God had given me and others smirked.
Great. Just great. At least I was wearing undies.
Our prize pieces for the night were, ‘Ghost of John’ and ‘Penny Lane’. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything.
My entire class was standing outside the auditorium, peeking in to see if we could find our parents or someone we knew. There was a minute left before we were to enter, quietly, in our single file lines. My chorus teacher was sweating bullets. I was standing next to my friend, when our teacher announced it was time to walk in.
Everyone moved quickly to get into their places, except me. I was in dress shoes and a skirt. This may shock you, but I can’t wear those things. Especially in combination. My friend tugged me along.
“Come on, we have to get in line.”
Working on it.
For a split second, a terrible thought crossed my mind. How embarrassing would it be to trip in front of that packed auditorium, while trying to get onto the stage? I couldn’t imagine anything else as embarrassing. Don’t worry, I didn’t trip in the auditorium. I did, however, find something that was more embarrassing.
We were on the lower level of the waiting area. There was a set of steps up to the door to get in, where kids were now filing up. I mixed somewhere in the middle there. Five steps. That’s all there were, five steps. I just had to get up those five steps to get into the auditorium but naturally that’s not something within my ability to do. My foot caught that third step and I tumbled forward, crashing on the fourth and fifth step; I felt my skirt flip up behind me.
My friend seemed shocked and embarrassed for me and she pulled me up off the step.
“Are you okay?”
I turned to see half my class behind me, some actually bothered to look like they didn’t see what God had given me and others smirked.
Great. Just great. At least I was wearing undies.
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