On Thursday, I was not at school. I was not, in fact, dying a slow death by geography test and double physics. (Surprising, I know!) Instead, I was here…
…at the Royal Albert Hall. On stage. As a performer.
Now, don’t get too excited. I’m not a celebrity in disguise. I’m one of those people in the purple t-shirts, London Youth Choir. It was just that we somehow ended up singing at the Royal Albert Hall.
I actually sang at the RAH at the end of November for the Scratch Youth Messiah (with 1,000 other people) so this was my second time. It was still awe-inspiring nonetheless, though – I mean, me! – and it was a very surreal day. School is my rhythm; if you break the rhythm, it breaks my groove. It feels wrong, somehow.
The crazy thing is I’m not even a very good singer. I only stumbled across this by chance through a poster at school; I never expected this to happen. I’m off to perform again this evening, albeit at a slightly smaller location.
What were you doing on Thursday?
(And don’t you dare try and pick my face out from that picture.)