Someone with a cool head and "event" concluded he asked me what was the most emotional moment was the 'hard linked to marriage.
After careful analysis I stated that one of the inner few anxieties felt in my case and 'singing performance coincided with the inevitable request from Nuoro to tradition, the so-called "Serenade."
perform in front of a crowd of friends, relatives and strangers, singing emulating the deeds of the rich and poor, or if you prefer, Albano Carrisi, can 'create some embarrassment.
In metaphorical terms it 's like the first big step, you were asked to pass a mandatory test initiation ... naked!
Suddenly you need to show to people who are brave enough to take care of a wife and offspring who will '.
to think now there's' nothing wrong with that. In Company 'tribal one affects the skin, kills a wild animal with bare hands or hurl themselves off a cliff hanging from a rope ... our time is sung, ridiculed for always! ;-)
You can imagine the feeling waking up in the morning the day after the bachelor party! With a few hours of sleep in assets, a lot of wine in the blood and on thinking of the organization planned to serenade the evening.
course, increase the tension, aware that the serenades Nuoro traditionally require an organization comparable to that of marriage itself.
Knowing in advance that my mother-in-law was busy organizing a pre-party in Hollywood style, has certainly helped lay in terror.
Only towards the evening got to get away from the catatonic state in which I finished in the morning, finally taking the initiative and calling for a choir nuorese I can not sue for copyright reasons, but I can be very thankful with all my heart for having successfully support and for making it less harrowing my singing performance.
Imagine my state of mind, while the choir starts to walk toward the house of the bride, and then place them beneath her window on the fourth floor. Imagine seeing from afar a crowd in a stadium of friends and relatives waiting anxiously for the joker face alive. Meanwhile 90% of people are drinking red wine in quantity ' industrial, to enjoy the show with the right emotional state.
Then I take a deep breath, hum a few verses from only 3 of select songs. As I approach the courtyard of the bride unconsciousness thankfully begins to take shape. Fabio
adequately support reminding me that it is a party and that no one expects to hear Pavarotti ... Cristina D'Avena but even with one vocal cord!
;-) So, what it 'as not' arrival at their destination and 'I am welcomed in triumph from a lot of people. Some pious soul puts me in a glass full of red wine, that given the situation in a single gulp gulp. The crowd immediately showed to be pleased with the presence of the chorus, which almost without warning, begins to sing the songs of our beautiful barbaric tradition.
The wine flows freely, and while no one is left without the records of our ancestors rise up recreating a mysterious ancestral pop up tables of food ... carasau bread, cheese, sausage, origliette with honey ...
I remember thinking that everything seemed to be perfectly coordinated by an invisible engine, which appeared clearly gears lubricated by a sort of collective positive energy.
Then after the first song of the choir, as usual, turning on the light in the room on the fourth floor, but no faces ...
And so again, another round another race! Glasses again filled with laughter, applause and celebration.
This time, for the second song performed by the choir, I try to do my best and I insert in the circle trying to stay in time.
Magic collective seems to continue to give to these vibrations, vibrations that reach the climax when, at the end of the second song, he finally opens the window on the fourth floor, where the bride throws a red rose to seal his satisfaction.
No time to take flight to the rose that I find myself next to Manuela, greeted with a standing ovation by those present.
From this moment on, I just memories in the mind confused. I remember for example that he felt a deep emotion in when the choir, after starting to take me in the interpretation of the eternal "I potho reposare," he then "gave up" gradually, until realizing that the only voice you hear in the silence was mine. All this through the eyes of friends and relatives focused on him, taking Manuel's hand and looking him straight in the eye.
After some unavoidable cue and after trying to hide the signs of embarrassment, I finally felt the feeling of having overcome my initial trials. And from then on I did nothing but drink and offer a drink ... enjoying, with a few fleeting glance into the crowd, the beauty of my bride.
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