Francesca and the Great Bubble Fiasco!!!!! by, Francesca

The Great Bubble Fiasco!

It was truly another really busy weekend! My Aunts wedding, my Dads business meeting, and even worse I had to get a plan to get bubbles out of my solo within one day! Impossible describes this situation doesn’t it?

The reason why I don’t like bubbles in a performance is because when you sing you want to be able to focus on other things, like your lyrics and the notes you need to hit, not bubbles flying by your face. But what I really don’t get is that I don’t have a choice it’s to their choosing not mine so what I say doesn’t matter, which to me is UNFAIR.

So I began to plan out ideas. I first thought of “accidentally” breaking it, but hello there is a whole crowd sitting behind you and who know what they would do if they saw me! Then I thought of bringing the plastic machine into the bathroom and then dumping out ALL of the bubble goop in it, and then toss the bubble goop bottle into the trash.

But who wouldn’t notice someone carrying a plastic bubble machine to the bathroom including the person who owned it and who had suggested it in the first place! Then I came up with the final conclusion, you’re not going the get these bubbles out our your solo face it bubbles have taking over and your nothing against this choice.

During my haircut it was not peaceful (not that it ever was) but this time worse because who would want to have that on your mind and be getting a hair cut? And then at the end I still had the same conclusion it was just hopeless for me now and now I knew it for sure, all i prayed for then was something some miracle would happen to help me.

I arrived at the concert hall extremely heavy hearted, I said hello to my family members then I walked into the green room. It was horrible in there! It had smelt like perfume and cologne and it had a hint of string cheese in there. Once everyone was in the room I walked over to the concert stage and stared at the plastic bubble machine then of course (knowing how sidetracked I get) I started to daydream, then all of a sudden over the mic they said "5 min till Show time!" I jumped and knocked over the machine, and then I noticed bubble juice was coming out and spilling onto the carpet on the stage

I left it there then I looked up and saw a janitor I picked it up as slowly as possible so it could still drip out slowly, he rolled his eyes at me then got back to his job. I ran back into the room almost tripping over myself.

We lined up and sang our group songs and some other solos then Diane went up and sang Via Delarosa, then It was my turn, I walked up and gave the crowd a fake smile no one seemed to notice except my family. I began to sing and then I looked down and expected bubbles coming out of the machine,