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My big exam is tomorrow, and I'm starting to get nervous. It's under control, but I can definitely feel the butterflies.
It helped some that yesterday I went to see an exam concert of some friends of mine (including the Hot Bassist, who hasn't really been anyone since November). It was great because I got some insight on different attitudes on performing and being on stage.
It's all about how confident I look. Small mistakes are more easily forgiven if I don't let them get to me. Only, it's easier said than done when you're playing for a board of professional musicians who are there to judge and score your playing (I almost said "you", because those often get mixed in music schools). Playing for a real audience would be another matter entirely. Which is why I've asked some friends of mine to come. The guys had a plan to save my butt: they'd get drunk tonight, stay up all night and come see my exam, giggling and making drunken bracket to distract the board. It did make me laugh, imagining my 5ft tall teacher throwing them out.
That kind of goofing around is surprisingly helpful. Every one of my school mates has had to deal with exams and auditions, and we all agree that they suck. I'm offered with all of their ways of coping, and I get to choose which ones I use. My being a nervous wreck is forgiven more easily than I'd have thought. There's a very empathetic atmosphere at our lounge.
I think I might do a school tour post later today. To distract myself.
It helped some that yesterday I went to see an exam concert of some friends of mine (including the Hot Bassist, who hasn't really been anyone since November). It was great because I got some insight on different attitudes on performing and being on stage.
It's all about how confident I look. Small mistakes are more easily forgiven if I don't let them get to me. Only, it's easier said than done when you're playing for a board of professional musicians who are there to judge and score your playing (I almost said "you", because those often get mixed in music schools). Playing for a real audience would be another matter entirely. Which is why I've asked some friends of mine to come. The guys had a plan to save my butt: they'd get drunk tonight, stay up all night and come see my exam, giggling and making drunken bracket to distract the board. It did make me laugh, imagining my 5ft tall teacher throwing them out.
That kind of goofing around is surprisingly helpful. Every one of my school mates has had to deal with exams and auditions, and we all agree that they suck. I'm offered with all of their ways of coping, and I get to choose which ones I use. My being a nervous wreck is forgiven more easily than I'd have thought. There's a very empathetic atmosphere at our lounge.
I think I might do a school tour post later today. To distract myself.