Microphone Shenanigans

A few months ago, I did offertory at my church, and I was REALLY nervous for the performance in front of the congregation. It also didn't help that neither of my lucky charms were there!



But alas, I went on stage, got all set up, inhaled, and began strumming. So far so good, until...

...yeah. The microphone was muted. And being mid-song, I couldn't really just stop and unmute. After a short while, I realized I couldn't hear any amplification of my voice. I looked around the congregation to see if there were any befuddled faces. A few short seconds after I noticed my dilemma, I searched the crowd and whilst doing so, saw my youth pastor (pictured here) coming on-stage. I already felt like a tomato burning in the summer sun. He moves the mic and remains standing while holding a mic that is sure to work. I finish the song and feel as red as my Converse. My youth pastor pats me on the back and there is enthusiastic applause. While retreating from the stage, my pastor said, "Thank you, Nick. It's amazing enough that you play guitar so well, but you have a great voice to go along with it!" I hurried to get to a pew and sink into the depths and in my rush, I almost tripped. It also didn't help that I was dizzy from the head rush. As I sat down, I was congradulated by the teens, though I wish I could have performed to my fullest.

The song I played was called, "Here I Am to Worship."

I'll get my chance someday...