It’s the last dance, each beat of the last dance…
I have a Frank Sinatra CD and those words above begin one of my favorite songs on the album, and Ol’ Blue Eyes is crooning in my head as I write this.
Is it really my last dance as a 2009 Debutante? It seems like only yesterday I was playing with my string of pearls, tugging my gloves tight and adjusting my tiara, tapping my foot impatiently for my turn on the floor, seeing as I was the last Deb out.
I think I’m ready to take my bow, though.
I worried there would be a post-dance letdown. When I was a kid, I used to build up important, long-awaited events to such an impossible proportion that sometimes the letdown occurred right in the middle of the fun. I’d count the days, even the hours until a vacation and then I’d be there at the beach with the lake water too cold and sand in my sandwich thinking, well, crap this wasn’t as great as I thought it would be.
I feared this for my book launch. It was the culmination of six years of work, and many years of daydreaming before that. I’d even bought a book launch dress, on clearance last fall, and never wore it until my debut night at my local bookstore Schuler Books and Music.
I walked into Schuler – extremely early, because I’m particular like that – and my heart started pounding at the sight of all those empty chairs. It was a hot, gritty day, the kind that feels like you’re standing under a hair dryer every minute outside. Did no one want to venture to their cars in weather like this? Maybe everyone ran out of time at the last minute…
Then my heart jumped into my throat as I saw a woman stroll casually by with a copy of my book – my book! – in her arms. I ducked behind a shelf in case she knew who I was. I wasn’t ready to be “on” yet.
I wandered the store to distract myself from the empty reading space, and by the time I wandered back, I exhaled. There were people. Enough for a respectable turnout. By the time I started reading, the respectable turnout had become “standing room only,” at least until more chairs were fetched.
The audience held friends old and new, relatives, store book club members, aspiring writers, and teachers who knew me from elementary school and brought photocopied yearbook pages. Afterward, we gathered at Pietro’s down the road and I got more time to talk to people who were proud of me, celebrating with me.
Was there letdown? No, actually, not a bit. Because I had an event the next night, and the night after that. They were each special in their own way. Even my most sparsely attended reading was nice because I posed for a picture with a young lady who wants to be a writer, too. To her, I was a celebrity, someone worth a souvenir photo. I hope I get to come to her book party someday.
Book events are spilling over into the fall, too, and now they feel like part of my job. Fun, but not on par with say, my wedding day, or the birth of my children.
I get a break for most of September and then I’m back at it in October. If you want to keep track of me after I take my bow here at the Ball, you can go to my website’s “Events” page, and even better sign up for my newsletter at the Contact page. You can also friend me on Facebook, and follow me on Twitter. I plan to continue blogging Mondays at Red Room.
In the meantime, as fun as this dance was, I’m ready to curtsy and be seated.
These shoes are killing me.
10 Replies to “It’s the last dance… by Deb Kristina”
Impossible to believe that a whole year has passed! It has been such a pleasure to share this with you, Kris!
Oh, Kristina! I’m glad your launch party lived up to your expectations. Made me feel a bit teary to think that this will be your last Monday post here, though. I can’t believe its been a whole year, either.
You were awesome, Kris. I loved your posts.
Loved your post. Thanks for dancing! (If you’re in the mood for disco, I’ve got a disco ball in my attic just ready for the limelight.) Barefoot is acceptable around my house.
I’m looking forward to featuring your book on Book End Babes in Sept.
We’ll try to do you proud as we fill your huge shoes (um, I mean your feet are quite dainty… it’s just the shoes that are oversized). I loved hearing about your first reading!
Katie and Meredith…likewise, my dears! It’s like we’re a bunch of moms who met in Lamaze class and kept in touch for playdates, keeping each other posted on how our little monsters — er, darlings — are doing…
Thanks Becky, right back atcha.
Malena… I do a mean Hustle, don’t you know.
Thank you Sarah! I can’t wait to follow the new class. It’s going to be quite a ride.
Thank you Kristtina for a year of memorable Mondays and RL&L that will linger forever. You’ll have me as a follower forever.
I so wish I could have been at your release party! I so enjoyed getting to know you over this year. I wish you all the best!
I can’t believe it’s been a year, either! You write and dance fabulously and I’ll miss your posts.
There’s always a party after the dance. Enjoy and best wishes!
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