Might as well post.
I can't sleep. I need to be up in 6 or so hours and I can't sleep.
I'm thinking about the concerto competition. The pieces I really want to do are either not in my fach anymore (Pie Jesu fromt he Durufle Requiem) or are generally unimpressive (Porgi Amor from Marriage of Figaro and In trutina from Carmina Burana). I've compiled a list of repertoire that is from orchestral works. Gotta get cracking.
And oh my freaking god, does Michie expect "Du ring am meinem finger" to be memorized next Sunday?!?! I hope not. Also, I need to translate that and figure out the goals of my phrases. And IPA wouldn't hurt.
First real lesson of the year on Monday. Mondays at 11am...that's a brutal, brutal lesson time.
Corrie and Sarah are auditioning for summer programs. I'm not. Am I a slacker? Am I uninformed? Am I not ambitious? No, I think it's that I really don't so much want to do opera. And I want to take a year to get my shit together, make some money, do some art song competitions, sing in the Dallas Opera chorus, and (most importantly) GET MARRIED. I know I don't have to be like them, but it freaks me out to be in such stark contrast sometimes.
Hank loves me. I sound great on my aria for my audition. My monologue is...pretty good if I remember it. I'm somewhere in between "almost certain I'm getting a part" and "almost superstitious about saying I'll get a part." Last time I found out I had a part, I got into a fender-bender about 20 minutes later. Let's not do that this time.
I keep switching between two spaces after my periods and one. This is what Twitter has done to my typing skills.
I went to bed at a decent time, honestly I did. I'm being overcome by pre-audition jitters and missing William. Maybe I should take some melatonin...
My left-hand fingertips are numb.
Will I always be this self-conscious? Is this a continued product of the competition of being in school? My career will always be competitive in nature, so will this never stop? I don't actually like being this way. I feel like at some point in my life I was much more confident and self-assured. When the hell was that? We'll say...sophomore in high school or something. I want to go back to that if I can. Fear can be a healthy motivator, but I have terror. And terror stops you in your tracks and makes you put your hands over your eyes.
Yes, this is my life right now. Singing, William, and being completely self-obsessed.
I'm thinking about the concerto competition. The pieces I really want to do are either not in my fach anymore (Pie Jesu fromt he Durufle Requiem) or are generally unimpressive (Porgi Amor from Marriage of Figaro and In trutina from Carmina Burana). I've compiled a list of repertoire that is from orchestral works. Gotta get cracking.
And oh my freaking god, does Michie expect "Du ring am meinem finger" to be memorized next Sunday?!?! I hope not. Also, I need to translate that and figure out the goals of my phrases. And IPA wouldn't hurt.
First real lesson of the year on Monday. Mondays at 11am...that's a brutal, brutal lesson time.
Corrie and Sarah are auditioning for summer programs. I'm not. Am I a slacker? Am I uninformed? Am I not ambitious? No, I think it's that I really don't so much want to do opera. And I want to take a year to get my shit together, make some money, do some art song competitions, sing in the Dallas Opera chorus, and (most importantly) GET MARRIED. I know I don't have to be like them, but it freaks me out to be in such stark contrast sometimes.
Hank loves me. I sound great on my aria for my audition. My monologue is...pretty good if I remember it. I'm somewhere in between "almost certain I'm getting a part" and "almost superstitious about saying I'll get a part." Last time I found out I had a part, I got into a fender-bender about 20 minutes later. Let's not do that this time.
I keep switching between two spaces after my periods and one. This is what Twitter has done to my typing skills.
I went to bed at a decent time, honestly I did. I'm being overcome by pre-audition jitters and missing William. Maybe I should take some melatonin...
My left-hand fingertips are numb.
Will I always be this self-conscious? Is this a continued product of the competition of being in school? My career will always be competitive in nature, so will this never stop? I don't actually like being this way. I feel like at some point in my life I was much more confident and self-assured. When the hell was that? We'll say...sophomore in high school or something. I want to go back to that if I can. Fear can be a healthy motivator, but I have terror. And terror stops you in your tracks and makes you put your hands over your eyes.
Yes, this is my life right now. Singing, William, and being completely self-obsessed.