So, How Was It?
There's nothing else quite like an audition to make you realize you just aren't any good at anything at all and will only make an ass of yourself by trying.
My voice is scrackish and out of control and I can't sight-read my way out of a paper bag anymore. But the worst thing I've done to myself in the last two auditions is the incessant cringing. Apologizing a lot and saying "ouch" does not help! WTF is wrong with me?!?
I think I will give up music. Also, writing. Men don't seem to have worked out too well for me either, come to think of it. Plus I leave a few things to be desired as a mom. Perhaps I will join a tone-deaf, illiterate order of nuns, whose good works in the world consist solely of helping others feel more adequate by comparison.
Ooh, and they should do the Holy Grail thing of thwacking themselves over the head with boards in between humming tuneless verses. That I could manage. My Latin pronunciation is pretty good.