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talyenToday was the class recital, after 10 weeks or so of lessons and masterclasses. I went third and sang two pieces. I had so much stage fright that I swear, during the first piece, Purcell's version 1 of "If Music Be the Food of Love," I thought I would fall off my high-heeled shoes. I didn't, but I did consistently miss a 16th note, leaving me flat for a measure in both the first and second verses.
My second song was a piece called "Gorgeous" from The Apple Tree which I've never seen. I hammed it up, singing about how gorgeous I am, and wore sparkly jewelry and my long black velvet (but still sexy) dress and sparkly bolero, which my teacher made a show of handing me before I started that song.
It is much easier to dispense with nerves when I have to act, I guess: my voice wasn't as strong as it usually is, but I was more steady on my feet and felt more calm, even as I had to remember hand movements and other gestures to show how gorgeous I am.
I felt like I'd really improved over the summer (and the band in the next apartment agrees, and said so when we had dinner the other day). And I felt like I saw an improvement in my classmates, too. Everyone was more confident on stage, for one thing. Some had toned down movement habits, others were breathing better, two sang with better energy. Caitlin, at 13 our youngest classmate and the only one who was more nervous than I, actually smiled on stage. It was really fun and worth the time and the money and the work.
And now that I have a 5 week hiatus from all choruses, lessons, and everything music, I am happy for the break, but really going to miss my voice teacher as well as having to rehearse something (or need to rehearse but not have time) every night.
My second song was a piece called "Gorgeous" from The Apple Tree which I've never seen. I hammed it up, singing about how gorgeous I am, and wore sparkly jewelry and my long black velvet (but still sexy) dress and sparkly bolero, which my teacher made a show of handing me before I started that song.
It is much easier to dispense with nerves when I have to act, I guess: my voice wasn't as strong as it usually is, but I was more steady on my feet and felt more calm, even as I had to remember hand movements and other gestures to show how gorgeous I am.
I felt like I'd really improved over the summer (and the band in the next apartment agrees, and said so when we had dinner the other day). And I felt like I saw an improvement in my classmates, too. Everyone was more confident on stage, for one thing. Some had toned down movement habits, others were breathing better, two sang with better energy. Caitlin, at 13 our youngest classmate and the only one who was more nervous than I, actually smiled on stage. It was really fun and worth the time and the money and the work.
And now that I have a 5 week hiatus from all choruses, lessons, and everything music, I am happy for the break, but really going to miss my voice teacher as well as having to rehearse something (or need to rehearse but not have time) every night.
