How to ruin a good song for everyone. One Short Day from the musical Wicked is on our set list for the Christmas concert our AmDram group are performing in Spalding town centre this weekend. Of course the proper words are “one short day in the Emerald City” but when we were rehearsing it last week, and not enunciating as well as we should have been, I definitely heard a haemorrhoid. Should have kept it to myself really but decided to share with the group. The result? Everyone now starts to snigger when we begin that number. Our musical director is not best pleased with me.
I’m slightly nervous about the whole set-up at the weekend. We’ve been told we are singing on a portable stage; the side of a lorry I believe. We know we have an hour’s set on the Saturday from 1pm but I notice that day there will also be a choir competition involving many of the primary schools from our area. We have kept the same programme for this weekend which we used in the concert for the local WI (I couldn’t make it; on holiday) which is basically a number of show tunes. So I have this vision of all these sweet children singing Little Donkey and then us bunch of old farts belting out Razzle Dazzle. I fear it could all go terribly wrong. Thankfully I’m in the chorus so I’m hoping to hide at the back with a woolly hat and shades.
No such luck on the Sunday. We’re in a different part of town that day and one of the soloists from the Saturday can’t make the Sunday so I’m doing her song for her. So Abigail will sing Tell me on a Sunday on the Saturday and I’ll sing Tell me on a Sunday on the Sunday! Our slot is 10am to 11am which is a tad early and I suspect we’ll be singing to the birds and the drunks still wandering around from the night before. But we are troopers and although we may be warbling Oh What a Beautiful Morning on a cold and piddly December day, we will do it with gusto.
Here’s a video of One Short Day: the Broadway, not the Spalding, version. But think ‘haemorrhoid’ when you hear ’emerald’ and join me in a childish giggle.