Side note, as expected, got a rejection email from Beauty and the Beast last week.
Auditioned for the opera chorus here last night. Another interesting experience. I was hella nervous in the waiting room and tried to slow my heartbeat like a good girl. Still walked into the audition room with wobbly knees. But you know what, nerves don't do their evil thing to me anymore. All I need is good supported breath I can rely on, as taught to me by a voice teacher a few weeks ago, and omg it works. There were three parts to the audition: 1) a prepared opera aria of your choice, 2) vocalization to test range (arpeggios), 3) sight-singing. The way the three parts went were 1) decent, 2) awesome, 3) sucked ass. The accompanist was obviously inexperienced and couldn't play my piece at all but I kept singing. Proceeded to blow 'em away with my F# above high C. And the sight-singing was murder but I think they were toying with me, seriously. There were various pieces they chose from on the spot. I think it was some kind of joke, like "let's give the soprano this super hard impossible one and see what she does." But afterward I was asked to be measured, meaning I am at least being considered.
Then spotted this surreal Chinese farm-scene painting. Aww, good donkeys.
Auditioned for the opera chorus here last night. Another interesting experience. I was hella nervous in the waiting room and tried to slow my heartbeat like a good girl. Still walked into the audition room with wobbly knees. But you know what, nerves don't do their evil thing to me anymore. All I need is good supported breath I can rely on, as taught to me by a voice teacher a few weeks ago, and omg it works. There were three parts to the audition: 1) a prepared opera aria of your choice, 2) vocalization to test range (arpeggios), 3) sight-singing. The way the three parts went were 1) decent, 2) awesome, 3) sucked ass. The accompanist was obviously inexperienced and couldn't play my piece at all but I kept singing. Proceeded to blow 'em away with my F# above high C. And the sight-singing was murder but I think they were toying with me, seriously. There were various pieces they chose from on the spot. I think it was some kind of joke, like "let's give the soprano this super hard impossible one and see what she does." But afterward I was asked to be measured, meaning I am at least being considered.
Then spotted this surreal Chinese farm-scene painting. Aww, good donkeys.
1 comment:
what opera chorus? sorry i am extremely dumb.
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