Ready or not....
Apr. 11th, 2002 06:47 amI'm not particularly good at doing things halfway, or at taking small steps. When I finally decide to attempt something new, I tend to fling myself at it wholeheartedly, usually taking on the hardest or most interesting aspect instead of mucking around with the slow, dull part of learning step-by-step with the easy parts first.
I've been telling myself for some time now that I need to learn to sing. I've been whining, and hemming and hawing, and avoiding any actual learning process, but a little voice in the back of my head has been scolding me and telling me that I need to either put up or shut up.
So, last night when it was announced that our local SCA's vocal music guild needs experienced voices for a big complicated performance at the baronial investiture this summer, before my conscious mind could object, someone used my mouth to volunteer my untrained, inexperienced voice.
The guildmistress hemmed and hawed and said that I'd need to audition, and I thought I would be saved. But after an audition that consisted of me standing on the balcony of the MIT Student Center singing 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat' at the top of my lungs, she nodded and said, 'Alto, then. Rehearsals start Monday.'
Oh. Well, then. Maybe I don't suck. Either way, at least I'll learn something. It'll be a hustle to get to rehearsals - they start at 8pm, and I work until 8pm, but something will work out. And I can't whine anymore about not having a chance to learn. And I'm once more happily overcommited.
Silly, silly, silly me.
This will be an adventure.
I've been telling myself for some time now that I need to learn to sing. I've been whining, and hemming and hawing, and avoiding any actual learning process, but a little voice in the back of my head has been scolding me and telling me that I need to either put up or shut up.
So, last night when it was announced that our local SCA's vocal music guild needs experienced voices for a big complicated performance at the baronial investiture this summer, before my conscious mind could object, someone used my mouth to volunteer my untrained, inexperienced voice.
The guildmistress hemmed and hawed and said that I'd need to audition, and I thought I would be saved. But after an audition that consisted of me standing on the balcony of the MIT Student Center singing 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat' at the top of my lungs, she nodded and said, 'Alto, then. Rehearsals start Monday.'
Oh. Well, then. Maybe I don't suck. Either way, at least I'll learn something. It'll be a hustle to get to rehearsals - they start at 8pm, and I work until 8pm, but something will work out. And I can't whine anymore about not having a chance to learn. And I'm once more happily overcommited.
Silly, silly, silly me.
This will be an adventure.