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We thought we were such rebels. A Pink Floyd inspired performance at age 10. You see, a group of us got together in the school library at lunchtimes to practise. "We don't need no education..." On those cold Winter days, we convinced the teachers to let us hone our craft so we could wow our fellow classmates with our singing and creative choreography. Maybe it was only around 6 days that we inhabited that library (in the days before wet weather timetables where you just stayed outside no matter how hot or cold...) but it felt like weeks. We argued, we laughed, we got excited by new ideas and the accolades we would receive. I learnt a lot about teamwork. It was sometimes boring. It was often frustrating. It was mostly fun. There came a time when we had to set a date to perform. I was sooo excited. Some of the others weren't. Apparently we weren't ready. We weren't good enough. It was a stupid idea anyway. We were going to make fools of ourselves. It appeared there was more thought control than I imagined. The internal kind. A few people pulled out and the rest followed. I'm still annoyed to this day and wish I could say it was an isolated incident. It just kept on going. One week before the Year 5 play, Mr Turner pulled the pin on a hilarious out-there class song for something more conservative. Our year 8 girls group decided not to "Do The Time Warp Again" for fear of being judged by the other girls. I'd had enough. I decided to rewrite this script. (At least for me anyway) Petrified and underprepared, I played guitar and sang "Six ribbons" with my teenage friend Carmen in front of the school when I was 14. We were terrible. I fronted up again and did a comedy routine with business partner Carmen 6 years ago at a Christmas event. Humiliating. Do I cringe thinking about those events? Yes. Do I regret doing them? Not one bit. We gave it a crack. There was completion. We learnt stuff. I have fonder memories of a pretty ordinary six ribbons in front of hundreds, than a failed brick in the wall in front of no-one, not even myself.

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