scatting? REALLY?

         While standing on the line tonight, I literally thought to myself, Not so much is going on right now, maybe I will take a night off from blogging.

          Well, first let me say that I don't usually think about blogging too much while doing my show and I don't necessarily condone letting my mind wander while on the job.  With that said, I will mention that there are a few spots in the show that it is possible for me to let my mind wander and not hinder the show...

       But truly, the aforementioned thought struck me a moment too soon.  

        Because then Zack said, Okay. Kristine.  And I was on.  The monologue went well, the beginning of the song went well, the middle of the song went well, and then the last verse hit.  I know I have mentioned this before, but I will just recap it for the purpose of this story.  Al (my husband) finishes every one of my sentences in our song.  Every one.  So tonight I sang, 

      I'm a birdie on the...

     And dear Al was supposed to sing ...wing!

    But my wonderful show husband could not, for the life of him, remember that dang word.  So what does he do?  He mimes it.  Yes, he puts his hands together and motions two wings flying through space but does not sing a word.  

    I am looking in the opposite direction at that point, so I don't see the game of charades going on; I simply hear the deafening silence.  

   And I lose it.  Lose it! I guess I caught whatever he had, because I can't remember my lyric that follows his.

    My next lines go something like this,

    doo be doo be da ba, la dee do doo dum dum...

      Yep, not one word of English in the whole mix.  Kristine is just scatting her little brains out on stage, not making sense, and (according to Clyde, who informed me of this later) waving her arms around wildly with eyes open wide in terror.  Later, my dance captain mentioned the terror in my eyes to me, as well, and he was sitting in the 6th row.  Just perfect.

     After what feels like an age and a half, I finally remember the thread of lyrics and catch up with a sentence that makes actual sense. Imagine that.  Singing a song that makes sense. What a novel idea for a musical.  

      We finish the song and I cannot believe what transpired.  Colt and I hold hands just as tight as can be, both silently commiserating with the other over the train wreck that was our song.  The audience cheers loudly and I can't tell if it's because they felt sorry for us, were impressed by my impromptu scatting, or actually thought the number was good.  

     I guess I'll never know.  

    Anyway, I had to share this gem with you.  It was awful, but hey, it happens. Especially in live theater.  I just hope it doesn't ever happen again to me.