Choir demons come out to play.

If it wasn’t my biggest dream to be a world famous singer / performer, I would quit the choir.

You’d think with a previous career as a television host, interviewing the biggest celebrities on the red carpets, streaming LIVE to the world, I’d be able to confidently burst open any door, “PHOEBE HAS ARRIVED!” but instead, I park my car beyond the driveway, wait until just a minute before class (hoping our teacher is on time) then, terrified, quietly, with my head down, sneak in the door.

Oh good, there’s the dog.
“Hi puppy” (save me puppy!)

Everyone is huddled around in groups.

We all know or know of each other as this is the local choir, at our local doctor’s house!

Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh.

I clutch my tea and stand against the wall.
I .. can’t.. breathe.

This demons name?
“Mingling.”

I’ve been making amends with “Small Talk” by strategically placing myself into the role of a Barista.

And “Being Seen” is paradoxically, what I’m going for.

I look around, Michl isn’t here yet.

Do you have to go pee before you start?
Nope.

Did you forget anything in the car?
Nope.

You could run!
NOPE!

I sip my tea.

“Hey Phoebe.”
“How’s it going, Phoebe?”

“Hiiiiiiii”

Oh good, our teacher is here.
Of course, making an epic entrance, as usual.

My head is down.
“What If He Doesn’t Like Me” demon awake.

He’s coming in for a hug.
*phewf*

Good, this means we can start!

Front row, centre.
Attent and ready to sing!

Hallelujah!