Thoughts of a rambling Introvert

Today is supposed to be my day off at work. Its going to be a quiet one as Daughter is unwell. She has this awful bug which has been doing its rounds both at school and Other Half's workplace. Symptoms are dry sore throat, sneezing and feeling generally run down. Hopefully, it has almost run its course but I'm going to have to try and not let rip too much at home today with the music and drumming and hoovering. Perhaps I will go out later, I need to revamp my top hat as the ribbon is looking frayed and sew some more emblems onto my tailcoat. My drum is sounding terrible at the moment, even after its been tuned, it still sounds too high pitched,  V tells me its because the black tape stretched across in in an X needs to be removed and that I probably need a new drum skin. I'm very conscious it sounds tinny and this does nothing for my confidence with is pretty low on the Richter scale at the moment.

Its strange but whilst I feel reasonably confident at work and indeed I can be quite mad and extrovert at times, I  tend to be subdued when I'm at drum practice, although I am very passionate about drumming and I love the music, I do find it really hard to socialise with other members, although they are friendly enough. I don't know why but always feel very nervous on the inside. I think I have butterfly tendencies, I'll happily talk to people individually then flutter on to the next person but I can't hold my own in a small group, particularly if its small talk which to be truthful I really don't enjoy. I tend to think of  my Dad alot when I drum, he loved music, he was brilliant on the piano and accordion,  I think drumming sometimes evokes a sadness within me which manifests itself when I'm at practice and I find myself wanting to cry when really I should  be doing solos and going ballistic.

Still bonfire season is approaching and I am looking forward to marching with the Group. I love the excitement of it all, donning my top hat and tails, laced up boots, wig and face paint, rum in the hip flask, cans of cider in my drumstick bag. The camaraderie and atmosphere is incredible. We look and sound good and we are such a tight group when we march. Its only when we strike up and begin to march and play our drums I truly feel I belong to my Group. When I don my costume and makeup, i am no longer the girl from around the block but my alter ego, Sally Drumsticks a bewitching female of wizardry tantalizing crowds with her amazing drumming.