im performing at the hyat tomoorow!
yay!
im not sure if it's a performance or a gig, but i guess both mean the same, just that one's more hip than the other (eugh, i sound like an old lady)
BUT ANYWAY- it's supposed to be a birthday party for some english journalist or something, turning 60. real aristocrats going. AND IM GOING TO BE SINGING! is this not HUGE?
this is one of the few times where i wish i weren't fat. im wearing a sequinned red dress with a black shawl and red pointy shoes. i was looking at myself in the mirror, and i hope beyond tangible hope that i don't look like a chubby prostitute. and that there won't be any chinese men over 65, i have cheekopehkaphobia.
and i hope i dont sound like a banshee at the high notes
and i hope i'll be tremendously pleased with myself this time tomorrow.
i hope i don't go to sleep never wanting to sing again.
