Just Keep Eating
“Oh! You’re the wedding singer.” Yup, that’s me. This is what I hear all throughout the rehearsal dinner. The rehearsal dinner is always the most interesting/awkward part of singing/playing piano in a wedding – something I am doing more and more these days. I have to attend the rehearsal to run through the wedding, which usually leads to an invitation to the rehearsal dinner. I always accept because I don’t want to seem rude and then I always feel awkward. Wedged somewhere between family and friends, I sit, quietly folding and refolding my napkin and hoping to find an opportunity to join a conversation. This time, I sat down across from an elderly lady whose connection to the bride and groom I was not able to discover.
This woman constantly had an expression on her face that said “something smells like rotting vegetables.” Her obvious distaste for the world was accented by bad eyesight that always left her squinting. Her personality did nothing to improve my first impression of her. She really did find the world distasteful. She attempted a conversation with me, which, at first, I graciously dove into.
“So do you go to school anywhere?”
“Yes, I attend Ball State University.”
“And what are you studying?”
“Vocal Performance; I usually sing classical music, but I enjoy doing contemporary and jazz on the side.”
“Oh, my nephew was in a classical orchestra. They played all this stuff from like the 16th and 17th century. (She means 1600’s and 1700’s.) It was so boring. Frankly, I am surprised none of them fell asleep during a performance. I can’t imagine why anyone would choose to study that stuff.”
“….”
What am I supposed to say to that? Now that I was plenty uncomfortable, it was time for her son to swoop in with vengeance for his neglected daughter.
“You’re quite a singer. My daughter here likes to sing, too. She’s pretty good. Why don’t you sing something, honey? (Girl shakes head, embarrassed.) Oh, come on! No? Alright. Well, she is pretty talented. Always singing along to the radio. We thought that maybe they would ask her to sing at the wedding. But, they found you.”
“…”
What the hell do I say?! But I wasn’t going to just run away. No way! That’s what they want – to run me off. So instead I stayed there, sitting at their table, eating food I didn’t have to pay for, and participating in conversations that I most likely wasn’t welcome in. And you know what? The desert I waited an hour and a half for was delicious!