Embarrassing Moment AKA Why I don't sing solos.
I was going to title this my Most Embarrassing Moment, but My Most Embarrassing Moment is a secret that I will never publish on-line. Sorry. It's going to stay safely between me and my journal and the other witnesses who shall remain nameless. So this is my Second Most Embarrassing Moment. Actually, I should probably title this my Most Humiliating Moment because after doing years of weird plays in theatre, I don't embarrass easily--I do get humbled quite a bit. Let me set the scene. High school. Small town. County fair. Singing contest. Yeah, you're cringing already aren't you. My skin shivers at the memory. My aunt is like a really great singer. Not the break the glass kind of singer you see on stage or on Youtube. She's a "Will you sing at Uncle Hershal's funeral?" type of singer. Her music is full of soul. And she's a great lady. At least, I think her motives were pure when she convinced me to sing in the contest in our c