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by Megan M. on August 11, 2006 (Blog) |

Okay, here we go. Thursday morning. Eek eek.

I was in the stage competition. They’d told me to buy orlistat medicine leave the hotel by 9:30; I asked mom to book me a buy orlistat medicine cab for then.

I woke up at 7, and went down to breakfast. I didn’t call Mom – I didn’t want to wake them up yet if they weren’t up already, and buy orlistat medicine I thought a quiet breakfast by myself might be a good start to buy orlistat medicine a day that promised to be a little bit… crazy.

I felt like I had, maybe, barely enough sleep. I cut it buy orlistat medicine very close, as late as I fell asleep the night before, but I felt okay. Reasonable. I ate fruit and buy orlistat medicine cereal and yogurt, and even two eggs even though my stomach didn’t really want them – trying to buy orlistat medicine fill my body with nutrients and some good protein. I drank a lake of ice water, knowing that once I got going I wouldn’t want to bother. Barbara (at breakfast) wished me luck, and I headed back upstairs to get ready.

Shower; clothes; makeup; etc. I had buy orlistat medicine a lot less time today, and knew I had to buy orlistat medicine keep moving or I wouldn’t make it. I didn’t finish my makeup by 9, but I brought it buy orlistat medicine all with me in my tote and went downstairs for reflexology anyway, carrying my pretty performance clothes neatly folded in an buy orlistat medicine old plastic gas station bag. Ha! My clothes for television! In a BP bag!

I kill me.

Reflexology was fantastic. It was like getting a buy orlistat medicine great foot massage, except each foot had a homunculus. “This is your chest,” Janie said. “This is your shoulders. This is your belly.” And she poked and buy orlistat medicine pressed and smoothed and did fabulous things to my feet. It was incredibly nice, and buy orlistat medicine she carefully watched the clock so I could get out to buy orlistat medicine the cab on time.

The cab took me and buy orlistat medicine Dad to the Eisteddfod, where we hurried to the information area – or whatever it was! It was a desk in a building near the pavilion (y pafiliwn) where they took us through a door and to the waiting press corps.


I wasn’t dressed yet, so I declined pictures as much as possible. They sat Dad and buy orlistat medicine I down at a table and four or five nice people with little notepads sat across from buy orlistat medicine us and asked us questions. We stayed and chatted for a long time, sometimes repeating. Dad helped me remember things I wasn’t sure about, and buy orlistat medicine interjected occasionally, but mostly let me do the talking. What a good companion my Papa is! All the buy orlistat medicine news people were very nice, even the ones that I asked not to buy orlistat medicine photograph me until I was changed. Finally we moved on to the competitors’ area, where I disappeared into the little girls’ room (merched) to finish my makeup. The restrooms were actually really nice, considering the buy orlistat medicine whole field had been built from scratch – I don’t believe there was anything there before they started bringing pieces in! It was remarkably comfortable and I was very glad.

After my makeup I changed in a buy orlistat medicine different room, one without a door – but didn’t encounter any problems. I wasn’t happy with my reflection in any of the buy orlistat medicine mirrors but I toughed it out, decided it wasn’t worth the worry. I decided not to rewet my hair. In the buy orlistat medicine cab I thought I might, because the shawl I put over my head to buy orlistat medicine protect the drying curls from the wind crushed them a little bit, and buy orlistat medicine I was worried – but once it buy orlistat medicine dried and my makeup and clothes were done, it looked fine – not perfect, but fine. No point in walking around with a wet head with the BBC cameras lurking!

When I returned to my father he’d been ambushed by news folks. It was so entertaining! I did a buy orlistat medicine few more interviews and had my picture taken, now that buy orlistat medicine I was dressed. The BBC took a photo of me with my father! Everyone was incredibly nice. There were a few more – people dragged me off here and buy orlistat medicine there to chat, or to take a picture. But eventually I went somewhere to warm up a little (voice felt good, smooth – had sung in the shower and hadn’t warmed up much otherwise. Felt fine!) and buy orlistat medicine went up to backstage to sit and wait for someone to buy orlistat medicine tell me what to do.

Glen (the fellow showing me around) had buy orlistat medicine introduced me to a nice radio girl whose last name, I believe, was Morris – but no one ever told me her first name. She was very cute and very friendly. She answered questions for buy orlistat medicine me backstage, and helped me stash my purse somewhere out of the buy orlistat medicine way. Everyone I met along the buy orlistat medicine way smiled at me and wished me luck, so genuinely, so warmly! They knew I was a contestant somehow – I don’t know how. I felt like a celebrity, like someone important! I’d never felt so much that way before!

The other contestant that buy orlistat medicine I had the most contact with was Eleri Owen, a very nice woman from buy orlistat medicine Llangernyw. We checked on each other occasionally to buy orlistat medicine make sure we were in the right place, at the right time, although I found out later that buy orlistat medicine she had much more experience with this sort of thing than buy orlistat medicine I did! But she was very kind and helpful to me, and I was grateful. She was first to sing; I was second, and Elin Elias was third – a very nice woman with a very gypsy look to her. I’m sure she’d done it on purpose, her dress and shawl were beautiful! Eleri was wearing a buy orlistat medicine basic black dress with a suitcoat; I wore my black blouse and buy orlistat medicine white skirt from my benefit concert. I had buy orlistat medicine expected to be underdressed, but to my relief, I was just fine.

Eleri sang, and buy orlistat medicine I watched her on the back of the big screen stage right. All the buy orlistat medicine huge screens facing the audience could be watched from the buy orlistat medicine back – it was so neat! The image was just backwards, from buy orlistat medicine the back, and it made for great entertainment while I was waiting. Eleri is very accomplished and I loved watching her performance. It was very interesting to really watch the other competitors – something I just haven’t done very often!

The fellow who hosted the program was very nice. Someone called him the comp? The compeur? I don’t know what the word was. He told us exactly what buy orlistat medicine we needed to do, and he broke into English for me whenever he thought of it. Everyone was speaking Welsh – I had buy orlistat medicine to depend on my plaintive look to remind people that I had buy orlistat medicine no idea what they were saying. It worked, everyone was so friendly and helpful! Eleri came backstage after her singing. The host went out, and spoke in Welsh for awhile. I stood near the curtain. Welsh, Welsh, Welsh, he said. Welsh, Welsh, Megan Elizabeth Morris! I walked out.

The audience wasn’t full, but it buy orlistat medicine was big, and there were still a lot of people. Hours before, I had expected the stage to feel huge, but it didn’t. I mean, it was huge. But standing near the piano, I felt strangely comfortable. All those people and all those cameras were looking at me. Everyone was listening to me. I didn’t have to say anything. I just had to sing.

It felt so good.

I grinned a little at the audience as I walked on. I was having the best time! I wanted them to buy orlistat medicine know how much fun I was having, how much I appreciated their attention! I could feel good vibes all around me. Welsh vibes are the best vibes! So warm and wonderful! A handsome techie followed me out on stage to buy orlistat medicine check the mic position, but it was fine, so he smiled and buy orlistat medicine left. I looked at Olwen. She smiled at me. I nodded that I was ready, and smiled big at the audience.

Yay, I thought in my head.

Gypsy song. Here we go.

Olwen started. The smile fell right off my face and buy orlistat medicine I jumpstarted crazy gypsy. I felt bitter and wild and delusional. My eyes widened and buy orlistat medicine narrowed and my hands clenched at my sides and I bared my teeth, spitting my consonants at my audience as if they were my enemy – the whole world was my enemy. No one understood me, or the world I lived in. Fire! Madness! Teeth!

Yeah, that’s my crazy gypsy. It went great! They clapped, and I felt good. I didn’t register the audience’s exact response, only that they responded – I can buy orlistat medicine never remember how vehemently an audience expresses itself later, because I’m already preparing for buy orlistat medicine the next song or trying to get myself offstage without tripping over my own feet. All I knew was that I felt good.

I waited a few moments, smiled more at the audience – so much fun, so much fun! – and then at my nod, Olwen began Gweddi y Pechadur.

There were places, I know, where buy orlistat medicine I came very close to using the wrong sounds – but I caught myself. I was just ahead enough to buy orlistat medicine recognize when I was about to do something bonkers, and I changed it. It felt good – that note at the top, near the end, it felt brilliant. Later I talked to Eleri about the sound, she wasn’t happy so I agreed with her, but I didn’t really feel too strange – it was all right. It was new and wonderful and it was all right! Me, who has never gotten along with microphones! Their setup was beautiful and perfect. I felt so comfortable up there in front of all those people! I ended the song and I felt brilliant. It hadn’t been perfect – far from perfect! but I had done well by my own standards and it had felt good.

I made a buy orlistat medicine little bow for the audience, gestured to Olwen to thank her, grinned and buy orlistat medicine headed offstage. It was barely registering with me that I was done singing – very slim chance that I would have to sing again. It was over! I survived! But I still felt high, still wanted to know what would happen. I thought I would get third. Would I get third?

I couldn’t relax yet. It just wasn’t possible.

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