I was angry at myself for not finding such a simple thing. Now I guess I look like a little fool.
It was time for the show, we had the opportunity to go to the bathroom for the last time, so that we wouldn’t want to be on stage, the guys looked at me if I didn’t want to explain it, but we all laughed at it. Only those of us who knew about it. Others asked what we were laughing, and we told them that they were useless.
Then we sort and wait for the command to enter the stage as we practiced. I have a little bit of stage fright, that is a strange feeling, that’s the stage fright, you want to run, but you can’t or don’t want to. You feel that you won’t say anything.
That was people in the lobby, and everyone is looking at us. I looked at the other boys, who are here for the first time, and they are probably the same. Only the other haunted guys are fine.
While watching, I almost overlooked the choirmaster’s instruction and the beginning of the singing. I just forgot about the people in the hall and started singing the way we learned it. And it suddenly went well, not bad at all, the words of the songs and how to sing them, as if they were jumping out of my mouth, that is, my throat. The half hour of the first gig was just behind us, I didn’t even know how.
We bow to the people in the hall, people applaud and for the first time I feel such a joy that I have not had for a long time, perhaps from a good report card or from a won game at the camp, but even that is not the feeling. It’s something else, I can’t describe it.
When we are in the dressing room behind the scenes, behind the curtain, as it is called, we talk about it all with the boys. We newcomers mainly, and we all want to say everything at once, older boys also evaluate the performance and we all drink good lemonade but not much and we can eat some fruit. Until the next show we have time for about one excursion to a nearby factory for the production of machines for work in the forest, when the feast of Foresters.
I didn’t really enjoy the excursion, I was really looking forward to the next show. I’d like to ask the choirmaster how I did, but I’m ashamed and afraid he might not answer what I want to hear. So I’ll wait with the question.
On the way back to the exhibition hall, I stepped into a puddle full of slush, just suddenly she was there and I was there with one foot, right and cold ice water and dirty in my shoe. Good thing that I have spare knee socks, we must have it, and I still have dry shoes in the dressing room. Perhaps the winter boot will at least dry a little. Besides, nobody laughed at me, that was fine. Everyone wanted to help me, but it wasn’t possible in town.
The choirmaster took my shoe in the dressing room, stuffed it with a newspaper, and placed it on the wall against the wall. Where he got so many newspapers, I don’t know. I never saw them, and suddenly he had a lot of them.
And as for the first time, the same thing as before the first gig was repeated, the possibility to go to the bathroom for the last moment, sorting, and leaving the stage on the instruction of the organizer. People were already applauding and some were here for the second time. I guess we liked them a lot. Now I didn’t have much stage fright, and I was careful to instruct the choirmaster to start singing properly. It was five beautiful, I was able to enjoy singing individual songs. I told myself that I would do my best to be a better singer. So I liked it.