14 November 2012 Wednesday | 22:19 | Uncategorized
It took me a while to recover from the excitement of the 12th Global Chinese Music Awards. Held in seven rotating cities, this was the second time we played host to the mega event. By all accounts, it was a hugely successful and well-received show. We at Y.E.S. 93.3FM thank everyone from the bottom of our hearts.
A group chat was created that day. I tried my best to make those talkative people keep quiet. Ha.
I was tasked to receive and entertain the heads of foreign stations. Apart from the first midnight arrival where I had to go to the airport, I was mostly stationed at the hotel lobby. I was slightly annoyed to find that the iChangi app only allowed tracking of three flights at a time, but I realised immediately that people don’t usually need to monitor that many flights in a single day.
The bus we chartered for the welcome dinner parked itself at MediaCorp instead of picking us up at the hotel. I was left red-faced and sent my guests back to their rooms — there weren’t enough sofas in the hotel lobby and I wasn’t going to have them stand for forty minutes. At the restaurant, I told the manager that we would end the meal at 9.45 P.M. and requested that they pace the dishes accordingly. I was very sure I repeated 9.45 P.M. at least three times. I was therefore astonished to see the highlight of the evening — white pepper crabs — served at 8.20 P.M.. I had been kiasu enough to ask for a copy of the menu and knew that there were only noodles and dessert after the crabs. The lady must have heard 8.45 P.M., instead of 9.45 P.M.! Ah well, it was a fortunate thing that the driver was nearby and could pick us up much earlier.
At about 7.55 P.M. on 2 Nov, I stood in a dark corner beside the grand stage and watched the opening sequence. As the eight hosts ascended and greeted the audience, I was hit with a weird and indescribable feeling. “That could have been me. It’s something I know well and do well.”
I didn’t really have an answer when people asked why I wasn’t hosting. Foreign station delegates, music industry insiders and my own Radio folks were all curious. One of the VPs in Radio even came to me after the show with a solemn and concerned look, “What happened? Why didn’t you host? Why?!” Ha. One has to move on to other things, doesn’t he?
I manned the media centre that evening — as host and producer. Again, it’s funny. The minute it was announced that I would be backstage, colleagues from various departments offered their help, “I can do anything. ANYTHING! Just for you!” Hahaha. I had to decline because my media centre — which took care of interviews and photo calls, and for the first time ever, up-to-the-minute social media updates — was overstaffed with enthusiastic volunteers.
I was totally exhausted from standing and thinking on my feet those two days. There were instances where I mumbled, “Aiyo, it’s so much easier hosting the show. Now, how am I going to settle this shit?!” People who did events all their lives welcomed me to the club. Murphy’s law, they said wisely. I guess I made the right call in most incidences and didn’t screw up on my first adventure there. Ha.