Wednesday, July 31, 2013
A few months ago I had the dubious distinction, I mean, pleasure, of playing Sonny from Sonny and Cher at our women's retreat. My friend Becky and I were singing I Got You, Babe. I searched for suitable "Sonny" attire, downloaded the karaoke version of the song from iTunes, learned the lyrics, and still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that I had actually agreed to do this. I was freaking out for the entire weekend leading up to our performance during the Saturday Night Variety Show. (You should really check out our retreat...it's like none other!) Seriously, it was stealing my joy. I was losing my mojo.
Fifteen minutes before showtime, I was in the bathroom practicing in the mirror and I figured it was time to put Sonny's moustache on and BAM! With that little furry thing glued to my upper lip, my inner Sonny was unleashed. This nasally voice came out of nowhere and I was Sonny! I stopped trying to actually sing well, and just let the nasal tones fly. It was hilarious! I had a blast, "my" Cher had a blast, and the audience had a blast.