Baby, I’m amazed by you! Right now, we’re talking about my choir teacher, who does nothing but support me and push me to be better. If you take my mother, make her a music teacher, make her ten times cooler and more understanding and fun-loving, that’s who Mrs. A is.
Every time I have a problem, she is there to help me through it, or at least give me a place to be so I can cool off. She books extra lessons with me because she knows I have talent and I am willing to work for my goals. She inspires me, because she is doing what she loves to do and maintaining a family. It’s crazy all the stuff she does, but even when it seems like she’s about to crack, she still makes time for me or any other student that needs her help.
This Saturday, I have my State Solo Ensemble competition in Eau Claire. I’m going with two pieces (an Italian Alto Solo Opera and ‘Just you Wait’ from My Fair Lady). I am so nervous, but we’ve literally been working our asses off, and I think it’ll pay off when I get to State.
Here’s how State works. You go in a room with one judge and a couple of people watching. You perform your piece, and then the judge has a private chat with you to give you some critiques. You then leave the room, and frantically check the score-boards every 13.45 seconds to see if your name and place rank are listed yet. The best score you can get at State is a 1, and generally people who go to State get 1’s and 2’s. Rarely have I see a 3.
You may ask: Is there a nationals? No, there is not. I wish there was, because if there were, I would totally be going. Yeah, I do happen to be that good.
Okay, this is a very short and non-funny post, because I wasted over half of this class period on a choir lesson. Ahh, who cares? You read me anyway!