Bringing down the house: floor, stairs, threshold, mics, and singers included.

Today was a Sunday for the books.

Today was a Sunday, thats fore sure.

The PBA choir, which included myself, was invited today to sing at a consecration site for a new educational building in what most of us would call the "urban" side of west palm. the hood, if you will.

Location was a factor for today, but it wasn't a distraction at all. The members of that church, as filled with the Spirit of truth and Shikanah glory as they come, were the most welcoming people I have ever encountered in a church setting. 

This is besides the point, for our reason for being there was to bring some music to this day that has been a long endeavor for this church. An education center in this part of town is greatly needed.

So we, as the choir, arrive and are presented with a view of the stage that is to be what we stand on for the 2 songs we sing. We all look at it and wonder.... "will it stay...I mean, it has to stand good enough right? Oh the guy said it was safe... ok, I believe him, sure, yes, Jesus help me."

As we step foot on that dear platform of most deception, the swaying doesn't help. 

This thing was rickety. Bone ass rickety.

We make it through the may-me-my-mo-moos (I like doing those) and we walked back down the steps as if all is dandy.

When it was our time to go back up, I personally had no idea that anything that was about to happen would ever happen to me. You see this stuff on America's funniest. not Consecration sundays.

So 2 minutes into the song, and this 2 minutes of this song was a real doozy. The song kept getting higher, so I was mostly concentrating on not sounding like someone stepped on a chicken. 

And then the right side of me was 27 degrees at an angle from my left.

The right side of the rickety rick rick stage had collapsed.

And our high Yes! LORD! went from YEESSAAAASEHEASAHEIOHDJHSFH!!

And you know what?

We kept on singing.

Hell yeah we did. We even went higher than we usually practice the song. I was moving my mouth but my mind was saying to get the hell off!

We ended the song and carefully got off the stage that now looked like titanic's final hours, and finished our set.

Needless to say that verbrato or whatever that is called, the shaking noise, did not come from years of voice lessons my friend.

At last we call gather together, to see if maybe we all were dreaming what just happened, because it could have seriously killed us, and we all laugh. Laugh because this would happen.

And it happened, and we kept singing. 

I wish  I had kept that feeling the rest of the day. I must confess, (something I haven't done in a while) that although today I had sincere unity with my new friends, I felt really alone.

I guess thats what happens when you take too long naps. You're all turned around.

A Sunday to remember, PRAISE EM!