What was I thinking?

Truthfully, the title of this post could be the title for most on this blog.

(Tangent)
I had the perfect video clip idea to go with this post, but I couldn't find it anywhere. For those of you who have seen "Life with Mikey," I wanted to find a clip of the two audition scenes with the montage of kids singing "Spoon Full of Sugar" and "Zippity Doo Da" but had no luck.
(End Tangent)

When I was little, I had a best friend. She and I were almost next door neighbors, and we did everything together. It's not an understatement to say she was the brains of the operation.

One day, we got this crazy idea to put on a show. I, being the attention addict that I was, immediately volunteered my mad singing skills developed during our kindergarten choir and my talents as a piano prodigy from the 6 months of lessons I had under my belt. My friend volunteered to be the director. This meant she sat in the front row and pointed at me with a pencil.

Since the piano was in the basement, we made construction paper footprints leading from the front door. I’m sure my mom wondered what on earth we could be cooking up, but she didn’t say anything. We also packed the room with rows of chairs. We decided to alternate between piano songs and choir numbers (which I planned to sing while jumping up and down on the couch).

After a brief rehearsal, we hit the streets to sell tickets. We made fliers to post on all the local telephone poles announcing the event and then went door-to-door. We sold tickets for 25 cents each, and decided to use some expert sales techniques, offering a “Family Four” pass for a dollar. At that price, it was a steal!

Looking back, I’m surprised our neighbors were nice enough to buy tickets. I’m even more surprised that most of them showed up. When it came time for the show, we had a room full of people, and I played and sang my little heart out. Jumping on the couch was definitely NOT cut from the program, and was probably my favorite part since I wasn’t supposed to on a normal day.

I don’t remember how much we made, but I know we felt like millionaires. My friend definitely was the smart one, though, because she took away half the profits, and all she had to do was sit and watch me make a fool of myself.