migblog

timeline.

5 pm. emotional investment: none.
i headed down to the music lounge in morrison hall for an audition with artists in resonance, expecting a handful of people. there were about forty. and i got scared, because i heard some people who were crazy good.

6.15 pm. emotional investment: very little.
my preliminary audition started all right -- there was some rhythm reading, sightreading, tonal memory exercises. and then i had my solo ("please" by the nylons), and then i fell apart. i was sure i had bombed it.

6.40 pm. emotional investment: very little.
giovanni, who also happened to be at the audition, and i emerge from the basement level of morrison hall and end up getting some dinner to go from tako sushi.

7 pm. emotional investment: some.
the callback list was posted, but someone ran off with it. so did i make it?

7.02 pm. emotional investment: some.
brant and rachel call me in for a callback. SWEET.

7.05 pm. emotional investment: more than some.
i get into practice room 51 in morrison hall and i get to meet the guys. i sing my solo one more time (i'm even told that the octet rehearsal was last semester -- were they trying to get rid of me, or was that a compliment?), and try some blending with them. i get to sing some wonderwall, and even freedom '90.

7.20 pm. emotional investment: a sizable amount.
i eat dinner at brh. sec's comm is making photo phone rosters.

8.15 pm. emotional investment: a sizable amount.
i find out as i walk back down to the lounge at morrison that the callback was only for eight people: five girls, and three guys. i was a lucky son of a bitch.

8.30 pm. emotional investment: a sizable amount plus.
the group comes out and cuts the callback eight to four: two guys, and two girls. they call my name.

8.35 pm. emotional investment: a sizable amount plus plus.
this time, with the whole group, the four of us sing our solos. after some quick reads, we try some more blending work with the group, and even try some solo work.

11 pm. emotional investment: lots.
the group tells us that they'll call us later for sure about final decisions ("we won't leave you hanging!"), taking "anywhere from one to three" of us. (mind you there's only four of us.) the four of us head home, anxious, and nervous.

1 am. emotional investment: a lot lot.
the guys call me and say instead that i have to sing with them one more time, at 6 pm the following day. (won't leave me hanging?) this time, though, they need me to sing bass.

11 am. emotional investment: too much.
i'm waiting. and i'm nervous.

god, i hope i get it.

posted by Open Source Food @ 10:55 AM