I had my first gig last Friday. first gig as a drummer in a music band, that is.
Though I didn't perform the best I could, and in fact I screwed up (to the grimace of this onlooker who walked away when I lost a beat during a fill-in). hahaa.. Well, but I feel really privileged...albeit the nervousness and shivering hands.
The truth is, its been quite some time I've been wondering when God would use me in the drums. I know there's a reason for me having the drumset, for the wondrous miracle that my mom did not rant and disown me when I bought the drumset without her permission. I've been dreaming, fantasizing, about a first gig, ever since I had a first touch of a drumset. (thanks estee. =P) And it all ended last Friday, not the perfect jubilant set that I always dreamts of, it was a surreal 15-min experience that I am not even sure if we really played, played.
I don't remember us performing, we simply jammed outside the corridor of LT 21. The best part was not in the moment when the crowds cheered us on when we completed a satisfatory rendition of Switchfoot's Meant to Live, nor would it be the hungry hours of waiting "kopeing" nachos by the set for our turn to play, and it would defintely not be the heart-wrenching second displayed by the guy who walked away in grimace.
It had to be in the spontaneity of playing "Amazing". James suggested it and the two of them, James and Veroy, children church singers, led the set. Though it was our usual worship song and there were many unbelievers around, I had so much joy playing this beautiful song. Indeed, God has heard my prayers... my cries to Him to be used on the drums.
Meanwhile, I need to be more diligent in practising.
