...to put this. No possible way to sugarcoat or otherwise be poitically correct or save any face whatsoever. I choked last night. My friends are the most wonderful people in the world, and told me I didn't suck too badly (actually they didn't even say that). I was called back for a big juicy role, and it was 11:15 when I had to hit an Ab. This, for the less musicially inclined, is above the staff, and fairly near the top range note for a soprano. While I am technically a soprano, this doesn't mean that a full day of work, much emotional turmoil over the weekend, and nerves won't sabotage even the most seasoned of performers. I'm not even close to seasoned when it comes to singing. I feel like I choked.
I felt like I was going to hurl the entire time we were sitting there waiting our turn. By "we" I mean the 11 other women called back for my same part. Eleven! All of which had widely varying looks and ages (one was older than fifty!, but fortunately not a very good actress). Twelve women with good voices and presence, but not so much the acting prowess. They were lovely in that they gave me every opportunity to shine when it came to reading sides (scenes with two or more people). I rocked there. But that damn Ab.
The audition process sucks. I'm indelicate today and I don't care.
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