*sigh* the mantra of my life at the moment is a 90's pop-rock hit.... since Monday I've had strained vocal chords due to a cold. I can't speak, let alone sing and this means I have had to do something which I hate more than anything (no, not that, not even Meatloaf would do that) - I've had to let someone down.
I have a regular gig at Bottalinis in Cheltenham, every Wednesday night, they're lovely to me and it's a nice little place. One of my mantras is 'if a gig is in the diary nothing moves it' - I am a very committed person and will always do what I have been booked for.... except this time it meant pushing my voice to a point where I might not be able to work, which is scary - I know girls who have got the dreaded NODULES from doing the exact same thing.
So I booked a replacement act... I'm sure he'll be great, but in the back of my head I have the voice telling me one of two things either "he'll get his cock out on stage and be really obnoxious to the staff and guest" or "he'll be better than you and they wont want you back." ... I'm sure he'll be fabulous though.
This post is dedicated to Craig - thanks for standing in for me, and please keep your trousers on!