Fridays: Essential.

I'm really glad it's Friday, and thus the end of this week. I've been off-balance ever since I got home Monday; it seems I haven't been able to catch my breath all week. Which is probably part of the reason I've been in an enormous funk.

Yesterday I auditioned with the local civic chorus. I was genuinely underwhelmed with my performance. I haven't auditioned in a long damn time - I haven't sung with a choir in several months - and both my voice and my nerves are really out of shape. I started off very well, but the last piece they had me sight-read was slow and high: The hardest type to sing. And by that time my nerves were shot and my throat had closed up, and I could barely squeak out the sustained D at the end. (It didn't help that C/D is RIGHT where my voice breaks. It's a bad pitch to hold. BAD PITCH. NO BISCUIT.)

So the director turns to his wife and says, "I'm glad we have room for people like Elisel now." PEOPLE LIKE ME? WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE AM I?! Who the hell says that right in front of the person auditioning?

Ugh. So, they'll "be in touch." I don't have high hopes. And I've always auditioned well for choral stuff in the past, so I'm really disappointed in myself. I guess I was bound to backslide, what with the profound lack of practice lately. But it's left me in a place where I'm unhappy with myself, and I don't like being there. Hopefully the weekend and a chance to rest up a bit will kick me back into gear.

The week hasn't been all bad, though: I wound down yesterday by having dinner with sonicshadow and his roomie. Nom, cube steak. And my cello should arrive today.