Jacket, So… (thrifted). Dress, Jovovich Hawk for Target. Tights, We Love Colors. Boots, Vince Camuto. Owl pin, vintage. Bag, Mossimo.
Singing auditions make me unbelievably nervous. I’m slowly getting over my fear through careful preparation and frequent exposure. It used to be that the mere contemplation of a singing audition a few weeks in the future made me double over with nausea. Now, the nausea doesn’t kick in until I’m in the short line, waiting my turn.
Every time I audition I learn something that will help me perform better next time. Here was my (inner) monologue as I sang:
Wow, the keyboard is quiet compared to my teacher’s piano. The acoustics are funny in here. I sound different. Is it bad? Okay, concentrate on how it feels, not how it sounds. Where should I be looking? I’ll look at the director. Oh, God, he’s looking at me. I can’t stare into his eyes the whole time. I’ll look at the wall. That’s weird; who looks at a wall while they sing about love? Hmmmm…the window’s open. I wonder if people can hear me outside. Am I loud enough? Oh, yes, I’m plenty loud. Okay, remember to take a deep breath here. Wow. It’s over.
Lots to learn from!
Photos by Beefy Muchacho