Anyways, the day went well. The four of us attended morning mass as usual. I sang in the main choir but messed up/got lost in the last two songs.
Thanks to the “baby Aspirin”, my feet were able to walk easily/slowly in medium heels! That’s right! I wore a dress! A long/casual one and just for Mom.
Besides, the long maroon-colored robe hid most of me/my fat. What do you think of that? Plus, I was able to stand straighter and dropped my diaphragm.
For the first time in “public”, that breathing technique helped to increase the singing volume and in the hopes of being loud enough to support my section because the two/older members are out of breath and I can’t hear the two mother/daughter and another singer.
Unfortunatey, I knew my spine/rib-cage wouldn’t last without the painkiller and started to feel spasm/pain over my “liver area”, prolly from an old herniated back disc, and I started to feel light-headed.
So I thought I hyperventilated from my newly discovered/louder voice and promptly relaxed/slouched/lowered my head/held my breath temporarily.
Actually it started getting hot under the collar. My mind panicked/raced wildly as I rationalized to get ready to pass out from excitement/anxiety/low blood sugar/low blood pressure.
And thanks to Mom’s daily criticism of white-knuckling proportions to open my mouth wider/to stop looking down like a half-opened/closed eyelids of aBuddha, I finally let the hot air come out, mostly burping gas. I almost farted, too!
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