I like that word a lot better than beginner.
And that's what I'll be tonight, when I sing in French, in public, for the first time.
It's just a little open mic at our local bar. The performers will mostly be teenagers, including our friend Ned who plays guitar amazingly well and who helped organize the event, at Eric's suggestion.
Eric and I are playing a Francoise Hardy song, "Tous Les Garcons Et Les Filles" which is possibly the French equivalent of singing "Your Cheatin' Heart", or "Crazy". I'm sure my voice will crack at an unplanned moment.
I've been wanting to sing a French song since we arrived here, and the neighbors always ask if we've learned anything yet. Now that the words are making more sense, I want to try.
Tomorrow we have an actual show in Angouleme, and for that I'll more likely know what I'm doing. But tonight there's a possibility I'll fall on my ass. (Not literally of course, I'll leave that for gigs in Norwich.)
There has to be a first time for everything, right?