How I managed to get conned into singing on Anne-Marie’s
wedding I’ll never know, by that time a few abortive attempts
should have been enough to warn me I couldn’t do it, but no,
I went ahead & practised, only my brother Ian’s intervention
Prevented the song from destroying the wedding - or me - I
doubt whether I could have contributed to the outcome of the
long years of wedded bliss ending up in divorce - but on that
day I got up to sing and found my breath gone, as if the devil
Himself had punched it out of me - thank heaven Ian saw and
jumped up in one briiliant move - to sing the song so I could
follow him - and I cannot thank him enough, the question is
why did I consent to singing for Anne-Marie after a disaster
At another wedding when mother played a song and I could
not sing along - but Ian saved the day, thank you so much!
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