Finally something worth blogging about! Last night Jon and I auditioned for the Fort Smith Chorale
. One of Jon's doctor buds has been encouraging him to audition. For Jon it was no big deal but I haven't auditioned for anything since state honor choir in high school. I've managed to slip in through the back door for all the productions we've been in since. I am a good choir singer but not a soloist. Ordinarily I would tell Jon to go ahead and I would enjoy the concerts from the audience but there are two factors that made me go ahead and try: the chorale is singing Messiah with the Fort Smith Symphony at Christmas AND they are going to New York in the spring to sing at Carnegie Hall. Two opportunities we both would like to experience. I had to shove my nerves in the closet and go ahead and try, even if it meant rejection.
The audition required a prepared song, sight reading and tonal memory. I went through the hymnal and decided on Fairest Lord Jesus because it was in a good key for me and didn't go to high for an alto bordering on tenor. Our house has nice acoustics and I tried my best to remember to get used to singing out all by myself. Sight reading and tonal memory? I didn't do anything because you either read or you don't and remember or you don't.
The audition was a drop in event from 7 to 9 pm. When we arrived, six or seven people, much younger people, were already waiting their turn. They were friendly and excited to talk about the choir. The audition took place in the Northside HS choir room and we waited in the next room. It was possible to hear a little and they each sang beautifully. I was glad when they auditioned and left and Jon and I were the last two. Jon went first and I stood closer to the door so I could hear what went on, especially the tonal memory. That part wasn't too bad--not nearly as hard as the muscial dictation in Aural Skills. Jon sang great, no problem and I went last.
I took a breath, plastered a smile on my face and pretended to be confident as I entered the room. I introduced myself and met the director, Bill, and his wife,Sue, at the piano. As I handed my hymnal to Sue, I apologized for the writing on that page "left over from piano lessons" I said and she laughed. I sang and I didn't throw up, so that was good. Sight reading went ok. The tonal memory test consisted of seven notes that Sue played and then gave me the starting pitch. She played the notes and I sang la la back as well as I could and Bill said, "ok, good." Then there was one more group of seven that were a ?" asked Bill. "Well, I really don't expect to be invited, so no" I replied with a laugh. But then I asked about rehearsals and thanked them and made my about face and tried not to run out of the room. Jon and I went home and I was glad I at least tried. If I didn't make the choir, I won't melt into a puddle. I'm ok.
We celebrated our evening's diversion with ice cream; I had Braum's Brownie Sundae with Hershey's syrup on top. Jon went off to work on organizing his office and I watched Leverage from last Wednesday night. Around 9:30 the phone started ringing and we had to run around to actually find the phone. Jon found it first and answered. He had a brief conversation and then hung up and came out to the living room. "That was Bill" Jon said, "we've both been invited to join the Fort Smith Chorale!" "Yay for us!" I said and then we both went back to what we were doing.
Now we have to buy Jon a tuxedo.