The above could have saved us a lot of bother today, but in school one (as in many schools) we don't have time for microphone checks. This is usually not anyone's fault; the teachers simply assume that because a set has mystically built itself in the hall that this is their cue to usher their horde of young people in to watch us tread the boards.
Of course, had we done a mic check, it would have been obvious that my little black mouthpiece wasn't transmitting my velvety voice to the big black speakers either side of the stage. It became apparent halfway though the show, and since it was a small hall and there was no way to fix it quickly, we just went with it.
As I blog more and more you may notice less and less mention of the show itself, simply because there are only so many things to say, or things to (touch wood) go wrong. Today is the first example of such, because today I looked in the mirror and to my brain's astonishment uttered the words, 'my shoulders look great.' Odd thing to say, even for me, but they really do. I didn't even know shoulders could look lean or toned. By the end of the tour I'll be more like Chris Pratt than William Shatner, and I'm looking forward to that.
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