It's whatever time it is, and in ten minutes I am leaving to go to a final rehearsal and then the GIG.
God knows what happens then. Back to reality I suppose. It's meant to be fun... A laugh. Why is it then that I feel like I'm off for a date with Madame Guillotine! Odd that.
Also it's damn hot and I'm sweating, though I'm not sure if it's from the heat or nerves.
Fingers and other bits crossed.
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