Well:

I came. I saw. I sang. I went.

Great success; everybody was friendly and although I found it difficult to read the music (sight reading is not one of my skills), I don't think that I disgraced myself too badly. And nobody pointed at me and hissed "You! What made you think you could sing?! GET OUT! You are ruining our choir!" or anything like that. In fact, it went very well indeed and I now feel fantastic and buoyant and happy and very incredibly glad that I nerved myself up and went*.

Good good, then. I was worried over nothing and will look forward to next week.

Yay!

Tara xxx

* Mother helped coax me. She promised me gin. Which I am drinking right now. So if I've made any spelling mistakes, you now know why. 

...And no, I don't care if my drinking gin at 10:20 in the evening when I have a 5am start is a bad thing. I like gin, and - in moderation - it likes me. So any naysayers can stuff it, as the saying goes. 
*sticks out tongue* 
Oh Lor', I feel happy. I've felt happy all evening. Music (and the promise of strong alcohol) does that to you.
God bless music. May it be as eternal as the oceans. More so. 

If all things should perish,
From under the sky;
Music alone shall live, music alone shall live, music alone shall live,
Never shall die.

And it never, ever will.