Diana Ross and the Supremes

I'm Diana Ross. I'm basically a mirror image if we don't count hair and eye color, nose size, weight, height, and facial structure Oh, and skin color. Although, I try not to see skin color, because I am not a racist. (That's right. I italicized "not." For emphasis, not sarcasm! Sheesh.)
This is a poorly taken and outdated picture of my Supremes:

You can tell it's outdated because there's falling leaves and I'm blonde. I'm hidden. But I'm blonde. 

The first and only clash of the Trebles took place last night in the Performance Hall here at Utah State. It was us versus a choir of flutes. A flute choir. I didn't know that a choir could be anything other than singers, and quite frankly, I'm still not sure. But that's what they call themselves, so it must be okay. There were no winners, only survivors. And because it was an event with only well to mildly well-behaved women involved, everyone survived.

(Ashley, Me) One of my favorite Supremes.

The point I'm trying to make is that I sang my very first solo that I'm really proud of! In honor of The Beatles 50th Anniversary (I think), we sang "All My Lovin.'" I sang the second verse by myself, with a MICROPHONE, to a roaring crowd of 30? people. I rocked it.

You may be saying, "But Nikole, you have soloed before and in front of larger crowds for longer periods of time." Yes, imaginary reader, you are right. But I sang a Beatles song in my real Nikole voice, completely by myself, backed up by a beautiful choir, at a University. That makes this experience different. And I'm pretty proud of it.

No cameras allowed in the auditorium means a reenactment picture in the lobby. I was much cuter in the real performance, I swear! But hey, the old ladies are diggin' it.

One more nerd picture for good measure.