Where have I been? Eh heh heh heh heh...
LazyLand, that's where XD;
Anyway, it's that time of year again when the musical auditions start. The play hasn't been announced yet, but I hear it's between Little Shop of Horrors (which I REALLY don't wanna do) and a tribute to Broadway, which I think would be AWESOME (depending on what we tribute, I suppose...). I'm gonna sing Poor Wandring One from Pirates of Penzance for it, and I'm pretty nervous. I need to fix up my Ab's. And I haven't even picked a monologue yet. Ugh, I can act when singing, but acting with words is so different. You have to think about the way you pronounce and emphasize things...gah! I wanna do this monologue from this play by Oscar Wilde, but I believe that will require and English accent and mine is frightful. Really.
I'm doing this compeititon in April and I'm doing the Doll Song and possibly Oh Luce Di Qu'est Anima for it. I'm really worried about the second piece...so many cadenzas @_@! One of the directors of the All-city chorus saw me reading my book and asked what I was singing, so I showed her the aria, and she asked me why I wasn't doing Mozart and Handel and the like. I've wondered about that myself... It's not like I'm doing Puccini or the Queen arias, but I've been wondering if I should be doing much easier stuff? I do trust my teacher, but still...
Anyway here's the Doll Song from my winter recital:
It's much better than the other one. Hopefully.
Well. I'm gonna go finish my English homework and go to bef before insomnia kicks in. Again. Oy.
But first, a quote:
So, I finally got my mom to read the Harry Potter books. She's been whining about the 5th book the whole time she's been reading it, and today I caught her peeking in the back of the 6th book! Can you believe that?! Geez! I was doing my homework a couple hours ago and she was ranting to me, as usual...
Mom: Wtf! Harry forgot about the mirror Sirius gave him! Why?!
Me: *not listening*...what?
Mom: WHY DIDN'T HARRY USE THE MIRROR SIRIUS GAVE HIM TO TALK TO HIM?
Me: Oh...plothole!
Mom: Yeah, butthole!
Me:...I said PLOTHOLE.
Mom: Ohhhhhhh.
Me: *DIES*
Anyway, it's that time of year again when the musical auditions start. The play hasn't been announced yet, but I hear it's between Little Shop of Horrors (which I REALLY don't wanna do) and a tribute to Broadway, which I think would be AWESOME (depending on what we tribute, I suppose...). I'm gonna sing Poor Wandring One from Pirates of Penzance for it, and I'm pretty nervous. I need to fix up my Ab's. And I haven't even picked a monologue yet. Ugh, I can act when singing, but acting with words is so different. You have to think about the way you pronounce and emphasize things...gah! I wanna do this monologue from this play by Oscar Wilde, but I believe that will require and English accent and mine is frightful. Really.
I'm doing this compeititon in April and I'm doing the Doll Song and possibly Oh Luce Di Qu'est Anima for it. I'm really worried about the second piece...so many cadenzas @_@! One of the directors of the All-city chorus saw me reading my book and asked what I was singing, so I showed her the aria, and she asked me why I wasn't doing Mozart and Handel and the like. I've wondered about that myself... It's not like I'm doing Puccini or the Queen arias, but I've been wondering if I should be doing much easier stuff? I do trust my teacher, but still...
Anyway here's the Doll Song from my winter recital:
It's much better than the other one. Hopefully.
Well. I'm gonna go finish my English homework and go to bef before insomnia kicks in. Again. Oy.
But first, a quote:
So, I finally got my mom to read the Harry Potter books. She's been whining about the 5th book the whole time she's been reading it, and today I caught her peeking in the back of the 6th book! Can you believe that?! Geez! I was doing my homework a couple hours ago and she was ranting to me, as usual...
Mom: Wtf! Harry forgot about the mirror Sirius gave him! Why?!
Me: *not listening*...what?
Mom: WHY DIDN'T HARRY USE THE MIRROR SIRIUS GAVE HIM TO TALK TO HIM?
Me: Oh...plothole!
Mom: Yeah, butthole!
Me:...I said PLOTHOLE.
Mom: Ohhhhhhh.
Me: *DIES*