It’s funny how things from your childhood haunt you.

Last night was our first “real” rehearsal for Annie. It was a music rehearsal for two of the big production numbers. One of the numbers is one of the two songs my character carries in the show. So, there I was belting it out by myself. I tend to be pretty confident on stage – except when it comes to singing.

Here’s my confession. When I was a kid I loved to sing at the top of my lungs. Timidity was never an issue for me. Shocking, I know. However, at a young age I got tied with the nick-name “Tommy One-Note.” Some people have perfect pitch. I had tragic pitch.

Undeterred, I never stopped singing. I sang in youth choir, junior high choir, high school choir, musicals and worship teams. I love to sing. Still, I’m eternally aware that it’s not a gift or a strength of mine on stage. I’m still haunted by Tommy One-Note, though I’m pretty sure my range of notes has increased by a few (call me Tommy Octave).

So, as always, I felt a bit insecure as I began to sing on my own last night. I’m pretty sure Wendy is already sick of me asking if I sounded okay. My apologies, dear (only three more months). But, as always, I’ll keep on singing.

What I lack in ability I try to make up for in audacity.