One week to the event. Time seemed to be flying. I had to create more music. The 90 minute show had only 60 minutes of music. Fantasy ’93 was only 60 minutes because of the fire ban laws. There was no way I could create 30 more minutes when I was being pulled into so many directions. Chaos was not even a good word. There had to be a better word to describe mayhem every day. I was the only one that could answer their questions. I began working with the band to learn the songs I wanted them to play so I could sing a few of the songs and not play them at all. I needed another vocalist, male, for the duets and back ground singers to want to preform for free. The newspaper was advertising for us at the time and the gentleman responsible for our ads was a singer. He asked me if he could be a part of the show. I listened to him sing and he had a great voice! His ability to harmonize needed a little work. I was scared that when I sang the high parts, it would throw him off. Didn’t have time to be picky. He really was terrific. The whole band was great. Most of the music for the show were my songs but I didn’t have time to write more. It had to come from the heart. I couldn’t force it. I decided to fill my music in with other famous songs. Rod Sterwart, Phantom of the Opera, Barbra Streisand and Frankie Goes To Hollywood. Frankie had a hit called “The Power of Love”. A very strong love ballad. I dedicated that song to Dave. Such a beautiful song with so much meaning.
The stage crew were putting up the set the day before. The owner told me he didn’t think there would be too large of a turnout. These shows, he went on to stay, can be viewed from anywhere. Many people, for some reason, including my family had doubt that it would attract a lot of people. They claimed many didn’t even know about it. I have no idea why I believed them, but I did. I had never been on a stage performing like this. It was hard to sleep the night before but I managed a few hours. In the morning, the day of the event, I had a turning tummy. I couldn’t shake it! Stage fright? Is that what that was? Or perhaps worry that something would go wrong? I had not had a chance to work or practise on any of my songs at all. It had been 6 months since the last time I played. I was too busy to touch the music part of this event which was the entire event really. Did I remember the songs? Would I make a mistake? God forbid. Please let all go smooth today. We had our small sponsors at the event setting up all day. Kodak, Pepsi, who agreed to sell their Pepsi Products at the venue and give us a kickback. 7-11 setting up laser glasses stations and hotdog vendors everywhere. Other vendors showed up taking advantage of the small crowds with things for kids to do, petting zoo’s and other things. The stage area and VIP space was all blocked off by security as set up would take all day. The two grand pianos were the final things to be delivered to the stage. The event would start at sundown. The events visual effects could not be seen unless it was dark. The sky was to be our screen. By three in the afternoon, our sponsored makeup crew needed to begin working on me. Only then it hit me that I forgot to deal with what I was to wear! I didn’t really have anything fancy. I lived in shorts and tank tops. My aunt quickly ushered me away from the madness and took me to the mall to pick me up a sequin dress. I found a nice one. A little big but had no time to adjust it. They literally pinned it on me. Traffic was terrible getting back to the site. I called the stage manager and told him I was stuck in major traffic and we weren’t moving. He asked for my exact location and would send a police escort to come get us. What was all this traffic anyways? Police arrived and it was so amazing how they had us out of traffic in no time. The closer we got to the venue, the more visual it was why traffic was so bad. It was for the show. The police had stage security make a way for me to the back of the stage. The entire area was blocked off with people. Traffic was at a standstill. People, tour busses and police everywhere. I started shaking. From behind the stage, I could peek and all I saw was thousands of people for as far as the eye could see. The waves of people were in every direction. I would find out the next day that 85,000 people attended the event. All those who told me it would be a small turn out took there words back rather quickly. It was now time for me to go on stage and put my ear pieces in to do a sound check of my keyboards and mic’s. I was shaking with nerves. Get a grip hun!!! The day has finally come and I can’t stop shaking. As I hit a few keys, the crowd screamed. It felt so good! What power I had at that moment. Air traffic was amazing. A plane landing or taking off every 10 minutes. All flights at the event time were warned of a delay. It was getting dark. My nerves were so bad my appointed stage manager told me through my ear piece, he had a bottle of sweet white wine for me and his assistant was just pouring me a glass. He was amazing! I sat off to the side back stage listening to the thousands of people and the cheering having a cigarette and a glass of wine to calm down. I made sure that Dave was seated right in front of me in the crowd. The stage manager came up to me to give me a quick lesson on the ear pieces I had in my ears. The left one was to help me with pitch so I could hear myself sing through the loudness of the music and the crowd. The right one was to talk to the crowd and to my stage hands. Oh my goodness! Did he have to be teaching that to me now? He said the Mic was always on. I could freely talk to the entire stage staff, lighting staff and himself by just speaking while I was performing. I could then speak to the crowd in between songs. It was set that way. What if I messed up and had to speak to a staff member after the song? Would the whole audience hear it? Oh dear lord. “Ok hun, don’t mess up”. I said this over and over to myself.
It was time, 10:38pm. I stepped on stage and the crowd went crazy. I felt so important, so famous when really I wasn’t. It felt so nice. I did not say anything to the crowd. Really I was confused at what the Mic was set to at that moment anyways. The opening song would be 2 minutes long and have extreme explosive lasers and fireworks to kick off the show. The crowd screamed with excitment. I could not see all that was happening above me in the sky. The stage had a roof on it with hundreds of lights attached to it. If I looked up it would blind me. My heart only went with the crowds feedback. What they were seeing, and they loved it. I could see the reflections of the lasers and fireworks on them and only in the sky in front of me. Until this day I do not know what it all looked like. Only pictures would tell me and the loud cheers. I got to see my designs of the holographic eagle I designed. The laser fan I played with my hands and the laser rain drops over the crowd. My music was beautiful. After each song I asked how the crowd was doing and if they were having a good time and wanted more. The screams were deafening. Half way into the show while playing one of the slow songs I created, the smoke machine went off and wouldn’t stop. The stage crew couldn’t get it to turn off. The smoke was so thick and intense. You couldn’t see the stage or anything on the stage for that matter. I couldn’t see my keyboards or the keys. Panicking on my Mic, they could do nothing but apologize. The show had to go on. Luckily my talent was playing blindfolded. I couldn’t see anything but still played perfectly. I could hear the staff talking to each other through my ear piece. They were astonished how I was able to still play when I couldn’t see at all. The smoke finally cleared and the smoke caused amazing effects with the lasers as it worked it’s way up into the sky before disappearing. I sang my love song directly to Dave. Stepping down off the stage and right to him. He gave me a kiss and he had tears in his eyes. The unbelievable feeling for both of us to be performing this show with so much history getting it to happen. Here it was. It was almost over. I didn’t want to finish. I was having so much fun. The last song was to be the bang all to end all. It was so loud, so visual and I could have guaranteed no one had ever seen anything like it. I wrote a song called “Heavens Edge”. It was the last song. I played and sang the song with all my heart. I knew at the end of it, this would all be over. Fifteen minutes after I thanked everyone and said goodnight exiting the stage, people were still clapping and cheering. The laser company treated the crowd to lasers here and there to give the crowd something to look at while they were trying to wait for the people to disperse. Police escorted myself and whatever family was backstage, out of the crowd and towards home. As soon as it lightened up, police left us to continue on. As soon as I got home, I remember lying down on the couch and was out just as fast! I was coming down off such an extreme high from the cheering people and mentally exhausted from the event but guess what?………… I did it!