Let's rewind a few weeks; 8 in fact, to a sunny Sunday morning on the 27th February, 2011. I'm not sure the band had seen this side of 9am on a Sunday for a long time, but bleary-eyed and buzzing with nervous energy we left Southampton to begin our journey to the O2. After a few wrong-turns here and there we found our way to a car-park close to the Portsmouth Guildhall and wandered across the square and in through the entrance to the theatre to a room full of bands and solo artists, all of various ages, brimming excitedly with confidence and anticipation at the start of their very own journeys.
The time inbetween our audition and Regional Final on the 23rd April was spent pestering friends and family to buy tickets, hounding our local press for exposure and preparing our next performance piece. It certainly flew by though, and it wasn't long before we found ourselves back on the road, driving in the early morning sun, making the same wrong-turns on our way back to the Portsmouth Guildhall.
With the feeling of deja-vu in the air, once more we crossed the sunny Guildhall square and signed-in, before being called shortly afterwards for our sound check. This was our first and only chance to get a glimpse of the other acts performing, and of those that we saw sound-check before us one thing was clear; the standard was high and we'd need to be at our best to stand a chance in progressing further in the competition. The stage was huge, the drum riser was high, the sound was fantastic and everything felt great as we excitedly wandered back out into the sunshine with a spare twenty minutes, directing nervous parents stuck in traffic, observing the pockets of bands with their families already here, some sporting t-shirts and others waving banners; there was a real party atmosphere and it was soon ready to begin.
We once again found ourselves holed-up in a room full of equally-anxious acts, the nervous energy clearly evident in the form of awkward chatter and the harsh, frantic strum of an unamplified electric guitar. Sat in a circle, we chatted amongst ourselves, the nerves slowly growing as more and more acts were called to await their 3-and-a-half minutes in front of the judging panel and excited audience. Finally we were summoned, and nervously made our way through the labyrinth that is the interioir of the Porstmouth Guidhall before we found ourselves waiting in the wings, catching a glimpse of the flashing lights and cheering audience merely metres away. It was time. Confidently we strode onto the empty stage, I couldn't make out the introduction of the compere as I ensured everything was in the right place, altering the heights of cymbals and the angle of the snare as quickly as I could. The applause died down and I looked across to the rest of the band; everyone was ready...I counted off...1, 2,3 4...
Barely seconds in and Jess, the singer shoots me a concerned glare and I'm wondering what I've done wrong. Moments later, Theo, the bass player to my left does the same thing and I wonder if everything's sounding great in my head but in actual fact, the pressure of the expectant judges, the eager crowd with family who have travelled for hours to be here, and the building nervous energy inside me has caused some catastrophic error; am I playing the wrong song? Is everything twice as fast as it should be? I could have sworn there were two crash cymbals earlier...And then I realise, as the kick drum slowly but surely makes its bid for freedom, the legs of the cymbal stand lying on the stage, with the kick drum mic stand also sprawled behind Jess, both having escaped from the drum riser after our explosive intro. I spend the remaining three minues and 20 seconds running over the situation in my head, as I am powerless to stop the kick-drum slowly sliding away, heading for the edge of the drum riser where the mic stand and crash cymbal have already leapt. I can see the whole thing going over, it's going to happen, there's no question, I'm on auto-pilot and luckily can feel where the changes are in the song, remembering still to perform, whilst accepting that in about thirty seconds I'm going to be sitting on the drum riser with just a snare and hi-hat stand and Jess' legs sticking out from beneath a mountain of drums. We make the change from our original song to Ellie Goulding's Starry Eyed, there isn't long left now. The music feels great, I can hear everything perfectly, but still I'm worrying, still the kick-drum is escaping, I can barely reach the toms now and my leg won't stretch out much further. We are reaching the climax of the song, it's a miracle I've made it through this far before finally the technician has noticed what's gone wrong, and rushes onstage. With a forceful push that nearly sends me off the other side of the drum-riser, the kick drum is lodged firmly back into position and held for the last twenty seconds of the song. I've made it through unscathed! The crowd cheer as we rush off, buzzing and relieved and ecstatic as we make our way back up to the holding area, chattering non-stop, as we spend the next forty-five minutes counting down the time, the adrenaline slowly wearing down, before we are finally called for the final time. This is it. The result.
In what felt like a lifetime's wait, three acts had already been called to the stage, confirming their achievement at having progressed to the next round of the competition. Spaces were limited and anxiously we waited in silence for the compere to announce the next act to go through... "BIRDS IN FLIGHT!" He called our name, we rushed onto the stage to be greeted by gracious nods of approval from the other acts already through and screaming family and friends in the audience, all as happy as we were to have made it through to the Area Finals of the competition. The event ended, we had our photo taken and received our tickets for the next show, barely under a month away back at the Guildhall, the final step before performing at the O2. It's only going to get tougher, but we couldn't be more ready for it. We've come all this way and aren't ready to falter at the final hurdle. This is our time, and the O2 is calling...
Birds In Flight will be performing in the Area Finals of Live & Unsigned at the Portsmouth Guildhall on Saturday 21st May. Tickets are priced at £7.50 for a 12.15pm start, and are available from the author of the blog.
