Thursday, May 22, 2008

Walk like an Egyptian

Right before I started the 6th grade, we moved from the farm I had grown up on to a new house in a new school district. I was (and still am) pretty shy, so it was tough for me to make friends right off the bat.

Eventually I started to find my niche, I even joined the 5th and 6th grade choir. For our spring concert I was chosen, along with about 10 other girls, to perform a dance routine while the rest of the choir sang "Walk like an Egyptian." We practiced for weeks, and we even designed our own set.

For some reason in our warped little 12 year-old minds, we felt that the best backdrop for the song would be a life-sized dinosaur.

You know, cause there were a whole lot of dinosaurs in ancient Egypt. What, you didn't know that? Yeah, it's one of the best kept secrets of history. So anyway, we cut it our of brown paper, stuffed it with crumpled newspaper, and painted it to look like an Egyptian dinosaur...whatever that might look like.

The night of the big concert arrived, I had butterflies like you wouldn't believe. Everything was going fine, and we were just about to perform our final(and greatest) number. As the music teacher introduced the song, we stood nervously backstage. Suddenly I noticed the dinosaur starting to fall. The ropes holding it up weren't attached properly, or it could be the fact that it was made of paper. Whatever the reason it wasn't holding.

I watched in horror as it fell to the stage. The curtains were still closed, and I knew that we would not be able to do our dance if a 15 foot paper dinosaur was dominating the stage. I ran out and tried to drag it off the stage.

That sucker was heavy! I looked to the other girls for never came.

The curtains opened and there I was, a skinny 12 year-old in the spotlight, tugging frantically at a giant paper dinosaur. I looked up with my eyes wide. The crowd laughed, the music teacher laughed, the choir laughed. Oh, the shame.

I remember nothing from that point.

I chalk it up to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

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