I sang the first solo of my life this past Thursday. It was at a Stake Relief Society "meeting". Have you seen or heard about the 10 Virgins Musical? I hadn't until last month when a girl from my ward called and conned me into participating. I specifically told her that I don't sing solos. She responded with, "Oh, you'll maybe only have like one line to yourself. The rest of it is group stuff."
Yeah, well, that one line turned into SIX PAGES.
I don't know why I didn't back out as soon as I found this out, but I thought it was an innocent mistake on her part. Later I found out she'd performed this program before so she knew that every single participant, all eleven of us (10 virgins + narrator) had a solo. When, on performance night, I finally kind of sort of confronted her (in a joking way) she feigned shock and said that she'd told me there'd be a solo.
Yeah, one line.
Anyway, I sang it. All six pages. On stage, lights off, spotlight on me, microphone and all. It was fine. I wasn't the best; I wasn't the worst (I don't think?). The program was a success. The Spirit was there. I didn't die. People offered compliments.
But I know my limitations. I'm comfortable singing with small groups and choirs. My voice needs others to b-l-e-n-d with. It knows when it's out there all alone, and it doesn't like it. So next time someone asks I'll be adamant. I DON'T SING SOLOS. Oh, wait. There won't be a next time. Pretty sure I took care of that on Thursday. . .
Mission Accomplished :)