Can’t form a substantial account of the past few days. Mind blown. Nose clogged up with hay fever. Turned 18. Slightly sunburnt.
I hope you can understand. If not, you will by the end of this post.
Yes, I would like a wipe.
Day 5 – Rehearsals with the other stars of the show.
Day 6 – my 18th birthday, the first Coronation gala performance. Everyone knows the whole show is for me, not really for the Queen’s Coronation.
Keep them with you at all times…
Last rehearsals before the concert. Djeikub needed to remind himself about the very last note we play in the show:
We are about to share a stage with:
Does my hair look okay for the Queen?
I met Eric Whitacre!
It’s my birthday… Could I have a photo with you?
I was holding an apple core in my hand at the time. Very classy.
Not a typical British 18th birthday celebration that usually involves alcohol. Last night was far more exciting. I ate sausage rolls, doughnuts, FRUBES, crisps and Cornish pasties.
Watch the highlights on BBC1 this Saturday! Meanwhile we have a free day in London before returning to the palace.
Again, I would like to thank the almighty powers above for blessing me with the best birthday in the world: July 11th 2013.
Oh dear, I am 18 years old. An adult.
Now I am completely free. I can do things. Freaky…