Ten hours' sleep - that's what I needed.
I go to the gym and do my "Body Balance" class, feeling very grateful for the serenity of the movement. And this time I stay for the five minutes of meditation.
Meanwhile, my husband takes Eneias for a drive in the Adelaide Hills.
Meanwhile, my husband takes Eneias for a drive in the Adelaide Hills.
In the afternoon I relax, steaming my throat, wrapping a birthday present for my mother, checking that I have everything for the second and final show.
I make arrangements for my mother to be collected and brought to the theatre.
The day passes quickly, and soon it is time to head to The Promethean for the sound check and technical rehearsal.
This is the only time in the whole week that there is tension between us, as we attempt to correct the errors from the previous night's performance, without blaming each other. We go over the trouble spots and resolve the problems.
Two guys arrive to shoot video of the show. I show them where to set up their tripod.
Suddenly it is time for the doors to open, and people begin to swarm into the theatre.
The backstage area is more spacious than at last night's venue, but it is still pretty basic, doubling as a kitchen for the provision of cheese platters.
We both feel a bit nervous, and we deal with it in very different ways. Eneias dances around the room. I sit in silence, breathing quietly. Cultural differences! The techie comes into the room and Eneias leads us in a team energy-booster.
Then it is time for me to head out onto the stage to open the show.
The venue wants a break during the show for people to buy drinks. During this interval, I suddenly realize - we've done it! There are just four songs left. We are now so near the end, we might as well just go for it; enjoy ourselves.
When I sing the song that is the climax of the show (the "title song") "Non-Stop To Brazil", I feel genuine emotion.
There are a lot of Brazilians in the audience. They are noisy and exuberant. At the end of the show Eneias addresses them from the stage in Portuguese and they go wild. I have to translate for the rest of the audience.
Tongue-in-cheek, I thank the Australian Department of Immigration - "With love and kisses!!"
After the last song we come back onto the stage, to find that everyone is still there. No one is making a move. So I ask if we can do one last song - The Girl From Ipanema. It goes down a treat.
There is much indecision about what to do after the show. We go with my family - my husband, two children and my mother (it's her birthday) - to a gelato place. The only seating is a long bench, so we sit in a line facing the ice cream cabinet, and are tempted to try several flavours.
It's not every day that ice cream is dinner.
The day passes quickly, and soon it is time to head to The Promethean for the sound check and technical rehearsal.
This is the only time in the whole week that there is tension between us, as we attempt to correct the errors from the previous night's performance, without blaming each other. We go over the trouble spots and resolve the problems.
Two guys arrive to shoot video of the show. I show them where to set up their tripod.
Suddenly it is time for the doors to open, and people begin to swarm into the theatre.
The backstage area is more spacious than at last night's venue, but it is still pretty basic, doubling as a kitchen for the provision of cheese platters.
We both feel a bit nervous, and we deal with it in very different ways. Eneias dances around the room. I sit in silence, breathing quietly. Cultural differences! The techie comes into the room and Eneias leads us in a team energy-booster.
Then it is time for me to head out onto the stage to open the show.
The venue wants a break during the show for people to buy drinks. During this interval, I suddenly realize - we've done it! There are just four songs left. We are now so near the end, we might as well just go for it; enjoy ourselves.
When I sing the song that is the climax of the show (the "title song") "Non-Stop To Brazil", I feel genuine emotion.
There are a lot of Brazilians in the audience. They are noisy and exuberant. At the end of the show Eneias addresses them from the stage in Portuguese and they go wild. I have to translate for the rest of the audience.
Tongue-in-cheek, I thank the Australian Department of Immigration - "With love and kisses!!"
After the last song we come back onto the stage, to find that everyone is still there. No one is making a move. So I ask if we can do one last song - The Girl From Ipanema. It goes down a treat.
There is much indecision about what to do after the show. We go with my family - my husband, two children and my mother (it's her birthday) - to a gelato place. The only seating is a long bench, so we sit in a line facing the ice cream cabinet, and are tempted to try several flavours.
It's not every day that ice cream is dinner.
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