Post by musicgirl on May 29, 2011 17:21:28 GMT -5
"Alright, Keith," I told myself,"time to get ready for the show."
I yawned and stretched. I slowly rolled out of my bed and sunk my feet into the thick, tan carpet of my hotel room. I cocked my head to the side, making my neck make a terribly loud cracking noise. Well that sounded perfectly normal!! Maybe I should schedule an appointment with a chiropractor.
I have a pre-show ritual that I do before every Celtic Thunder show. First, I take a nap for a couple of hours to make sure I'm all peppy. The fans seem to like that. If you do a two hour show then travel on a tour bus every night, you need energy!! OK, back on the topic.. I swear, I have undiagnosed ADD!! After the nap, I take a shower, eat a light dinner, do some vocal warm-ups, and go do the show. The sleeping and eating parts are my favorite!
I rubbed my eyes and glanced over my shoulder at the other bed in the room. It was empty. I guess he went for a run with Ryan.
I got up and stumbled over my suitcase. I placed my hand on the wall to steady myself. I took a step- bad choice. My foot was caught in the t-shirt I wore yesterday. I took a step backward and shook my foot. It still stayed tightly wrapped around my ankle. I sighed and started to walk, but now my other foot was tangled too! The t-shirt wound around my ankles like a boa-constrictor.
I hopped around on one foot to try to get it off but only managed to make the t-shirt tighter.
"I give up!" I said, " This is hopeless!" Well, I might as well have a little fun," I thought. I bent my wrists and put my hands in front of my chest. Then, I bunny-hopped awkwardly around the corner and into the bathroom. If mum could see my now!
"Finally," I breathed a sigh of relief as I hopped over to the mirror. "Ooh! major bed-head!" I said, running my fingers through my blond hair that was standing on end.
I reached up and opened the medicine cabinet to find my comb. Instead, a bottle of shampoo fell from the top shelf, hitting a tall can that was duct taped to the bottom shelf.
"Ahh!" I screamed as green silly string shot out of the can and covered my face. I fell to the floor and landed on my back. That scared me! I ripped the blinding stuff away from my eyes, although most of it was still in my hair.
A card fluttered to the ground. I crawled on my hands and knees over to it. It read: "Happy birthday Keith! -From Damian. P.S. Turn around!
I looked in the mirror. Damian peeked around the shower curtain with a huge smile plastered on his face. He laughed as the digital camera he was holding flashed.
"Damian!"
"This is sooo going on twitter!" he said, trying to catch his breath.
"Just wait 'till I get you!" I yelled. I scrambled to get on my feet. He darted out the door. I tried to run, but the stubborn t-shirt was still tight around my ankles. I fell flat on my face.
"Happy birthday..."
I yawned and stretched. I slowly rolled out of my bed and sunk my feet into the thick, tan carpet of my hotel room. I cocked my head to the side, making my neck make a terribly loud cracking noise. Well that sounded perfectly normal!! Maybe I should schedule an appointment with a chiropractor.
I have a pre-show ritual that I do before every Celtic Thunder show. First, I take a nap for a couple of hours to make sure I'm all peppy. The fans seem to like that. If you do a two hour show then travel on a tour bus every night, you need energy!! OK, back on the topic.. I swear, I have undiagnosed ADD!! After the nap, I take a shower, eat a light dinner, do some vocal warm-ups, and go do the show. The sleeping and eating parts are my favorite!
I rubbed my eyes and glanced over my shoulder at the other bed in the room. It was empty. I guess he went for a run with Ryan.
I got up and stumbled over my suitcase. I placed my hand on the wall to steady myself. I took a step- bad choice. My foot was caught in the t-shirt I wore yesterday. I took a step backward and shook my foot. It still stayed tightly wrapped around my ankle. I sighed and started to walk, but now my other foot was tangled too! The t-shirt wound around my ankles like a boa-constrictor.
I hopped around on one foot to try to get it off but only managed to make the t-shirt tighter.
"I give up!" I said, " This is hopeless!" Well, I might as well have a little fun," I thought. I bent my wrists and put my hands in front of my chest. Then, I bunny-hopped awkwardly around the corner and into the bathroom. If mum could see my now!
"Finally," I breathed a sigh of relief as I hopped over to the mirror. "Ooh! major bed-head!" I said, running my fingers through my blond hair that was standing on end.
I reached up and opened the medicine cabinet to find my comb. Instead, a bottle of shampoo fell from the top shelf, hitting a tall can that was duct taped to the bottom shelf.
"Ahh!" I screamed as green silly string shot out of the can and covered my face. I fell to the floor and landed on my back. That scared me! I ripped the blinding stuff away from my eyes, although most of it was still in my hair.
A card fluttered to the ground. I crawled on my hands and knees over to it. It read: "Happy birthday Keith! -From Damian. P.S. Turn around!
I looked in the mirror. Damian peeked around the shower curtain with a huge smile plastered on his face. He laughed as the digital camera he was holding flashed.
"Damian!"
"This is sooo going on twitter!" he said, trying to catch his breath.
"Just wait 'till I get you!" I yelled. I scrambled to get on my feet. He darted out the door. I tried to run, but the stubborn t-shirt was still tight around my ankles. I fell flat on my face.
"Happy birthday..."