Like most every other church with wifi and a smartphone, The North Point Christian Church Band of Misfits and Traveling Road Show is doing its most herculean effort to join with the big boys and live stream a message for the faithful on Sunday mornings during the virus quarantine.
Herculean may not be enough.
The short back story: Wanda (the business manager of the entire Farra enterprise and chief caretaker of all its contents) asked if she could come up to the North Point World Headquarters while the live stream was happening this week.
She told me sitting by herself at home, watching the live stream of me speaking the week before was disappointing. Not wanting to make her forced isolation any more difficult than it already is, I welcomed her to join me and Brandon in the makeshift studio this morning.
I explained how important it was going to be that she remain quiet, turn her phone off, not draw my attention away from the camera, blah, blah blah. She understood. She just wanted to be there with me and follow the Facebook comments on her laptop.
We were clearly on the same page.
*Side note…this speaking to a camera in a nearly empty room is not my cup. I learned to speak publicly in front of teenagers, which meant knowing them personally, looking them in the eye, and speaking heart to heart. That’s one of the reasons I’m not great at speaking to large crowds of people I don’t know. That, and my mind tends to go blank when lots of people are staring at me …
So, if you were watching, maybe you were probably one of the many helpful wannbe technicians who pointed out in the comment section the clicking sound that was happening during the beginning of my message. So being ever the helpful one, Technerd Brandon starts troubleshooting the equipment right in front of me. I try not to let it distract me…
After a successful fix, I’m back to focusing on bringing the message home. At least until “You-had-one-job-Wanda” went to work.
Set the stage. Brandon and the equipment (camera on a tripod, a lobby bar table, a large monitor, cables, etc…) are right in front of me. I have a small love seat just to my right. Wanda is sitting there with her laptop, following along.
As I am speaking, Brandon starts to get a half-laughter, half-panicked look on his face. His eyes are darting back and forth between me and Wanda. I slip a quick side-eye glance at Wanda and notice that she is turning red and holding her hand over her mouth.
I’m still speaking because, like, the show’s gotta go on. Right?
Then Wanda decides she has to take matters into her own hands. So she gets down on the floor and crawls on her hands and knees right behind me (below the view of the camera), out the door, and into the lobby. If you were listening carefully, you probably heard her coughing.
I’m pretty sure she was gagging herself trying to hold in her cough.
Me? Barely fazed.
Brandon? He should have told his face to get rid of the silly look I had to look at for the remainder of the live stream.
Wanda? If you’ve ever heard her laugh so hard she makes herself cough…well, you know what I’m talking about.
Can’t wait for next week.