Of course, if you’re going to start losing your voice in the middle of your last song and subsequently fuck up the lyrics because you are so confused about why it is suddenly so hard to sing, it will be a song you know by heart and can sing backwards and forwards in your sleep and in elevators, and Gina will cast sideways glances at you to make sure you’re not dying or frothing at the mouth or anything, because your sudden lack of ability to hold it together would typically be accompanied by a medical emergency.
And, well, it was a medical emergency – we’d spent too long in the chilly green room and played through the song on whispers and didn’t get to warm up and I had pushed too hard on a falsetto part on the song before and all of the other terrible things you should never, ever, ever do to your voice, and my voice rightfully gave in the first time it was asked to flirt with the top of the staff. But, why that song, you know? What would be the justice if you messed up a song that was, you know, hard, or that you were a little shaky on the lyrics on anyway?
A shitty end to an otherwise pretty cool evening.