So while Mom is still sewing close to midnight, I’ve finished practicing the waltzes for the old timers.
Earlier, I purchased my third sheet music, of which I’ve cropped for the choir members to sing along and in unison during the blessed event of the two old farts two months from now. I tried singing and playing the piano piece but I’m messing up.
So far I’ve got two piano piece and its lyrics practiced VERY well enough to do solo without having the choir members serving as backup singers (per as the suggestion ORIGINAL choir director via email the other day). I don’t know if it’s appropriate for the choir members to sing along.
But I’m forcing them, err, inviting them because it was my parents’ idea in the first place, NOT mine. That’s correct! I’ll be performing for the guest of nearly two hundred! And they will be put on the spotlight, or not.
Brouhaha! My egg headed ego is too HUGE! I’m thinking of having the guests sing along to make it proactive so they won’t fart, burp, and get bored. It’s the least we could do to FORCE them to enjoy at our expense. Never mind. I’m being evil.
Yup. So I still feel that the notations are still too low, since I’m more mezzo-soprano, although I’ve been stuck to try alto (which is more for urban or modern music) and/or tenor because there’s NOT enough coverages in that area. I can wing it if I FLIP my vocal cords in such a way as to make it sound like a loud choir boy-girl. I’m getting the hang of it via Clement’s teachings during his gig as choir conductor of our dwindling choir members.
And so tomorrow would be my second attempt at auditioning with Herr K. The gig is funded by the City of San Jose and the tuition fee is $125.00 per gig, with members committing to the selected songs, attending every practices, and auditioning and paying each semester. It’s hidden as ‘educational’, which would explain why humanz are still ‘practicing’ to be ‘perfect’. Sheesh.
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