So. Nearly an hour of singing, and maybe fifteen minutes of a simple square waltz, and I am worn out! I am in even worse shape than I thought.
We have a singing coach who is convinced she can get me to sing, so I'm going for it. I really, really hope that, by the time I'm done with this show, I'll wonder why I stayed silent for so long.
Linda (in my group of singers, and my waltz partner) claims to have two left feet, but she sure can sing. Maybe we can help each other...at least I get to lead the waltz...she is quite a bit taller than I, but I am fairly confident dancing.
You see how feeling on top of the world gets me into trouble? Right now, I am so far outside my comfort zone as to need Google Maps to find my way back.