Just Not As Rehearsed -C'Est La Vie

An eisteddfod* is arranged for March 1st The whole school is encouraged to do their bit Poetry wasn't my forte in those days Art was not allowed for this I decided I would sing a traditional song Practised whenever I had a spare chance My voice isn't perfect but I can keep a tune As times gets nearer wished I had chosen dance. March 1st arrives our national day, St David's Day The school was buzzing with most of them here I try to sing my voice has gone, Panic sets in I said a prayer They call out my name and the house I represented Madame Curie was the one. I opened my mouth to sing Not a sound came through, my eyes filled with tears I had practised and practised to get right this thing My voice I had lost, my nerves were in shreds Felt like going home and taking to my bed Instead I shrugged my shoulders, said. C'est la vie What will be will be, will recite it instead. They clapped me for trying, felt my shoulders go back Instead of a song, they had it in verse I hadn't let my house down just made a different attack Quick thinking saved me, was just not as rehearsed. *eisteddfod = annual Welsh festival artistic competition