After three days sick in bed, the night of the karaoke contest arrived. My voice was not at its best. The evil cold/flu monster had stolen my full range, so I called last minute and changed my song from Dixie Chicks to Etta James. At least I could try and take advantage of the jazzy scratch in my throat, right?
I really wasn't up to doing this, but $300 was at stake for the winner!! That's enough to fly to Hawaii! That's enough to buy groceries for a month! That's enough to get divorced!
My adopted family came to support me (the amazing couch surfing hosts with whom I've been staying for a month), which was really the most fun part for me. We all had a blast together.
I downed a hot lemon tea with a shot of whiskey before I got on stage. I hadn't practiced at all - not that day, not that week. I knew I probably only had one run of the song in me before my voice gave out altogether, and I wanted to save it for the only time it mattered. But I had sung this song plenty of times before. I'd be fine, right??
Well - there's really no way to say this humbly. I killed it. I owned that song like it was my frickin-frackin job. You betta' believe I made it to the finals on February 9th.
I should totally get bonus points for standing up for that long at a time while my brain was pounding against the inside of my skull and I was about to break out into a coughing fit with every inhale. They don't teach you that kind of stage presence in acting school.
Don't worry - I paid for it the next day. I'm back in bed and even worse off than before. TOTALLY WORTH IT.