Tonight I almost lost it on stage.
How was it any different this time, Jessica? you might be wondering.
Well, it was different this time because it occurred right smack in the middle of my song. The last time I cracked up on stage I didn't have to say anything sensible for at least a good seven minutes. This time, I was already talking.
And the thing is, nothing really even happened to set it off.
Not so specifically, anyway. Or at least, not nearly as specifically as what happened last time--a cast mate being knuckle deep inside their own crack. So, I guess it was a conglomeration of things.
The orchestra being decidedly off.
Colt and I having to look directly at each other as he tries to "teach" me to sing.
But probably the kicker was the tiniest of silly looks we gave each other at that moment.
Immediately following, he could barely get his three blind mice out. But he did. And then it was my turn. My three and my blind weren't so bad, but then my mice was all shaky and laugh spasmy and so came out sounding more like a goat.
Then when I had to add my own commentary on it and say, It isn't intentional, the jig was up.
I was laughing, plain and simple.
The funny part was that the whole audience was too, so there's that.
After that, Colt and I just averted our eyes from each other in an attempt to not exacerbate the problem. I pretty much controlled it, but boy was my smile huge.
It was actually fun and though we did spend some time teetering dangerously on the edge of losing it all together, we were able to avoid a disaster and managed to simply look like one very very happy couple.
Which isn't such a bad thing after all.
Have you ever laughed when you absolutely were not supposed to?