Hmmm.... I'm getting better about updating all of a sudden. I hope I'm not ill. I don't want them to revoke my slacker card. Anyway, I'll take the risk and enlighten you lovely little cyber-vouyers ( I mean that as a compliment, by the way...) about my latest misadventure,which happened,amazingly enough, only yesterday. ( That would be March 10, as I write this.)
I went to a classical singing competition in Winter Park, held on the campus of my soon-to-be alma mater. It was OK, and we only got slightly lost this year, which was a nice change. I was scheduled to sing at 10:32 a.m. (it's divided in 8 minute intervals), so I scoped out the competition, because I am a competitive little jade, and I thouroughly enjoy winning. Virtually no guys this year. Odd, and a pity. Anyway, it looked good; everyone there is very poised and professional. So, as I headed into the warm up room, I felt reasonably good about my chances of placing.
Then, the accomanist fiasco.
I was told as I went back to the waiting room, that there was no staff accompanist for me. Which is what I had asked for months ago; a resident piano player who would play my songs for me. The woman told me that she wasn't scheduled to play for me, but she'd probably have to anyway, she just needed to practice. 10:22 a.m., plenty of time, right?
She began to practice, but then was told by a messanger that she didn't have to play; they'd found someone else. So I went to see who the replacement was.
Well, it was a tiny, frail, white-haired, moustachioed old woman. *Gulp* I just prayed she'd be phenomenal, because it was now 10:32. She did what I assumed was warm up to learn the peice (which really is mildly difficult, but not too hard), becaue she barely, barely touched the keys, so it was virtually silent, except for the occasional random chord.
'Oh, my God,' I thought, 'PLEASE let her be better than this!'
Surprise. She wasn't.
She mangled the song totally and utterly. Oh, well, I did a good job, considering. It was amusing. Especially since she didn't know my Italian aria. Everyone is supposed to know these arias. Everyone. She didn't. So she left, and I sang an unaccompanied song. Which was interesting, but I still did a far better job than I thought I would. I felt like I had really done something to be (slightly, at least) proud of. Oh, let me have it for a moment. I'm seldom proud of anything.
Of course, of course, of course I lost. I didn't eve place. Two judges gave me wonderful scores. You aim for a low score (like golf) amd I got a 6 and an 8. Those are great. And then I saw my third score: a nineteen. That's a deathblow. She gave me 5's and 6's. I've never had such abysmal scores! I felt the poison go straight to my heart and fester there. This is the same woman who kept me from first place last year by giving me a seventeen. Rage. Rage. Scorpionic Rage.
And why, you ask, does she dislike me? Well, in the words of my voice teacher: "She's jealous." Jealous? Yes. "You're pretty. She doesn't like you. " What the hell? Just becase I have good hair or a nice smile or whatever constitutes being pretty. How does that affect me as a singer... in ANY way? Grrr.....
Anyway, sorry. This is a ridiculously long rant, and I appologize. Here, go look at pictures of Gavin Rossdale. He's pretty and talented. *Exhasperated sigh*. Good night, folks.
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