Well praise be, I'm done with my choir audition. Woot! Of course, I don't know if I'm in or not, but I'm pretty darned confident that I am. This confidence pretty big for me since my usual state of being is self-doubt bordering on certain doom. I should back up and say that, seeing as how I was in this choir last season, it's really a RE-audition but that didn't stop me being nervous. When auditions were announced we were told we'd sing a Mozart excerpt in quartets, a melisma from Messiah, a solo piece of our own choosing as well as sight reading and range testing. I practiced more than I normally do (which is barely) and decided on "And He Shall Feed His Flock" (also Messiah) for my solo. I've been dreading this, but when I get to the audition, I find out that we're NOT doing sight reading. My heart soared. I felt approximately 65 times better. Our octet went in, we jammed through the piece, walked out, went back in one at a time for the solo and melisma. As I should have expected, the accompanist plays my piece at about 1/2 the speed I practiced. Combined with my nervousness-related breath control issues I sound warbly and - of course - nervous, but I make it through and I think I manage to stay on pitch. I rock the melisma (bless the fact that I've sung Messiah a few times) and then HAUL ASS out of the building. I was literally in my car, out of the lot and down the street in less than 5 minutes. It feels so good to be done.
Of course, now it's Friday night and Liz and I are trying to figure out something fun to do. What do young human beings do for fun when they're footloose and fancy free? Probably don't say things like "footloose and fancy free" but that's beside the point. Um...I think I suck at being young?
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