Feb 15, 2005 06:48
My body is rebelling.
Firstly I have the THROAT OF DEATH. I suspect this is brought on by smoking on Saturday night harcore belty singing at Fortune Players last night.
Emma, Rosie and I stole the tune line for Killer Queen [We Will Rock You version that does silly things like change "Let them eat cake, she said, just like Marie-Antoinette" to "Let them eat cake, she said, find me on the internet" but who am I to argue with Ben Elton? Yummy man wrote Kirsten for me. Well not for me but shhhhh it's early in the morning and I'm rabbitting]. It's technically a chorus number but now it's more sort of "MUJAH you will sing backing for us, you munchkins of doom".
Did I mention it's early as all fuck and I'm slightly delirious due to the pain in my throat?
I'm singing Gimme Gimme as a solo and if you don't know it, it's a very yummy belty song from Thoroughly Modern Millie. And I ♥ it.
Also doing loooooooovely three part harmony with Julia and Hannah on I Wish I May from Witches of Eastwick. Inexplicably, yours truly managed to get the top harmony line despite the fact that I'm not the soprano out of the group, but whatever, it's fun.
So yes. Hardcore singing has given me the throat of death. It's punishment for briefly abandoning musical theatre to do OMG 'straight' acting.