Submitted by megan on Sat, 03/07/2009 - 22:27
While I can't say that my performance went off without a hitch - I did indeed need to be reminded of the third sentence of the first bit - what I can say is that it was very, uh, warmly received.
The whole night was amazing. All the performances kicked ass (and you can see more by some of the performers on April 4), and the DJs spun amazing. There were pretty ladies dancing everywhere, on stage and off. The boys weren't half bad neither.
And also, we raised a good chunk of change for the Bursary Fund.
Strangely enough, as soon as I got off stage I felt flat. For no reason. People were nothing but effusive about what Shelley and I did, and I was genuinely pleased about that, but I felt like a pricked balloon.
So much tension and worry going into the night, I think. When that kind of tension eases off, it can leave in its wake one of two things - either you get a rush of euphoria and ride that for the rest of the night, or you feel emptied out and affectless. I think I put up a good front, but man, I was pulling it out of the reserves.
That's carried through to today, sadly, along with the dry, catchy throat that was exacerbated by shouting over music. I've felt low and lonely most of today. Not great, not fun, but okay.
And I can't get through 5 sentences without trailing off into a breathy cough that turns into a hack that makes it sound like my lungs are turning inside out inside my ribs. Luckily, my lungs feel much better than they sound.