Yesterday was a big day. I snuck out of work at lunch time to head to Fenway Park for a sound check to sing the National Anthem.
Empty park + microphones + 5 voices = goosebump-worthy.
The space is so special. I don’t follow baseball very closely, but just being in the park is enough to make my stomach flutter. Singing there was on a different scale entirely. SO. AMAZING.
The first time we sang through the anthem, we, uhh, sucked. We were all so blown away by the space and the echo and the sounds and the fact that we were going to be singing in front of 38,000 people. The second time we sang it we got our heads in the game, though, and figured out how to manage the distractions.
Right after we sound-checked, Dustin Pedroia and his son wandered out onto the field to blow bubbles and toss a baseball around. How adorable!
I went to back to work and tried to concentrate for the rest of the afternoon. Mildly successful. Then when we arrived at the park in the evening we were allowed to warm up and wait in the locker room. It felt so sneaky to be down in the basement of the park where only the players usually get to go.
Benjamin even got down on the field to take a video.
It felt amazing. It was FREEZING cold and the echo was majorly distracting, but I think we rocked it (if I do say so myself). We were all just happy to have remembered the words.
It went by in a flash (they require you to keep it to 90 seconds or less… so no overly dramatic, drawn out Christina Aguilera-style renditions!) and before I knew it we were celebrating with beers and Fenway franks.