Not Nervous

I'm not nervous. I'mnotnervousI'm not nervous. I'm not. Really. Not right now. Maybe right before, maybe. But not right now.

Did a desk-taiko run through today and I did fine. I know my transitions. I've got all my solos down. Sequence is fine.

My Dad is coming up all the way from LA to watch me perform! I am so excited about that! He wasn't able to come up to see me last November, but he is now, and that's just as good, if not better. It means a lot to me. It really does.

My things are packed. Got my bag of bachi/costume/notes/lipstick (ack, still have to get used to wearing that stuff) all packed and huddled on the floor next to my pile of black underwear, black socks, black tank, black pants, black shoes. In the living room my super-tight shime is on it's newly painted black stand, next to the chekere. My always faithful sugar-high gatorade is chilling in the fridge next to my standard Odwalla Soy Chocolate Protein power shake. Made a pot of beans last weekend--that's just good old-time soul food to me. My Mexican side loves them, and I eat them every weekend before rehearsal and, I swear, I'm not hungry again till dinner. That'll be my breakfast. With a fried egg. And a fistfull of tortillas. And maybe some juice. Oh and coffee.

So there you have it: my pre-show routine. I'm good. I really am. Think good thoughts for me if you're in the good-thought thinking mood on Wednesday at noon. I should sleep now. If I can.