How's that for timing?
An hour before I left for tonight's audition, I got a call from my mom. She told me that the hospice nurse doesn't think my aunt will make it through the night.
So, of course, I have a brain fart in the middle of one of my songs, and I didn't have the breath to finish the audition as strong as I wanted.
Crap.
The only thing that frustrates me is that I worked hard do to good tonight, I was well-prepared, and there was nothing I could have done to prevent this from happening. It was just one of those things. Grr.
By the way, I haven't posted anything about my aunt on Facebook, Twitter or MySpace. Some of the people from the company might read my stuff there, and I didn't want to sound like I was playing for sympathy. If I get called back, I want to have earned it.
So, of course, I have a brain fart in the middle of one of my songs, and I didn't have the breath to finish the audition as strong as I wanted.
Crap.
The only thing that frustrates me is that I worked hard do to good tonight, I was well-prepared, and there was nothing I could have done to prevent this from happening. It was just one of those things. Grr.
By the way, I haven't posted anything about my aunt on Facebook, Twitter or MySpace. Some of the people from the company might read my stuff there, and I didn't want to sound like I was playing for sympathy. If I get called back, I want to have earned it.