I have an audition at Curtis! Wooooot! I am super excited to have a second audition. I'm also very enthused about the way Curtis's Opera program is invested in "learning by doing". They want to immerse their students in the theatrical environment as early, as deeply, and as often as possible. Oh yeah, I also like that part where their students automatically get full scholarships.
The final count: Audition: Curtis, Peabody No Audition: Yale, The Shepherd School Hoorah! ONWARD TO GLORY! ...well maybe not glory... ....ONWARD TO OPERA!!! For those who may be wondering, there is no Ugly. Only the Good and the Bad. Tchuess!
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I did not get an audition for Yale. This was devastating, since Yale was my number one choice. It has really shaken my confidence. I actually found out a couple weeks ago, but haven't wanted to talk about it. It still makes my heart ache. So yeah, no Yale for me. However, I do believe that things happen for a reason, that somehow we find our way to the things that are good for us at the time we need them. So even though I am heartbroken over my rejection, I feel that maybe something unexpected and wonderful will come my way as long as I keep working hard and moving forward.
I just made friends with a woman so vivacious I want to cry (in a good way). She is so open and effusive. She seems to spew sunlight and energy. Let's rechristen her Verve for now. Verve is a year older than me; is medium height; thin build; and has hair that was probably originally light brown but is currently a bright red that matches and broadcasts her personality.
What happened: I was crossing the street to the train station and I see a beautifully dressed woman out of the corner of my eye. I turn to look at her and she makes eye contact with me, grins hugely and sincerely, and says, "Hi!!!" I grin back, then we keep walking. She also ends up on the train platform, standing next to me. I look at her again and she smiles and giggles and I giggle and say, "sorry, but I really like your outfit!" She beams and says, "it's fine, that's a great complement to start the day!" (p.s. I'm probably totally paraphrasing all of the things. I remember the meaning of everything we said to each other perfectly; I'm just fuzzy on the details, since it's morning and I was more interested in enjoying the conversation than remembering it.) Then we started talking. She told me a good chunk of her residential history before we got on the train. I found out where she was born, how long she lived outside of California, and part of her father's employment history. I found out she went to Catholic school. Then we got on the train. We sat next to each other and continued talking. Eventually I found out she's an actress. Which totally explains her openness, energy, and presence. Also the fact that we clicked. I don't think it was her outfit that drew my attention; it was her radiance. Anywho, I wanted to tell you about this exciting person. I wanted to tell you about her liveliness. I wanted to tell you about her curiosity and energy. I wanted to tell you that she was so bright she filled me with light and warmth and love for the world. I wanted to tell you that she made my day. At 7 o'clock in the morning. And Verve, if you're reading this, I'm very glad I met you. Even if I never see you again, you made my life happier and brighter. If I were a man, I would wear three-piece suits. I like looking good. I also like minimal effort. With a three-piece suit, you have the major components in your outfit taken care of. Just pick out a shirt and tie that don't clash too horribly and you're set. I would probably have lots of charcoal three-piece suits, white shirts, and black ties. Also pinstriped suits. So many pinstriped suits.
However, in my sister's words: "Actually, if I were a guy, I probably wouldn't wear three-piece suits." "Why not?" "Because I'd be a guy." My family has a habit of making puns. Terrible puns. These are the chronicles of some of our crimes against comedy.
My sister was washing her hands. Sister: ...and it was sooo cool! Me: Don't you mean soap cool? My family has a habit of making puns. Terrible puns. These are the chronicles of some of our crimes against comedy.
My sister and I had gyros for lunch. She had shawarma and I had falafel. Me: I'm so full! Sister: Don't you mean fala-full?! The good news first: I am invited to audition for Peabody! Yay! Super stoked to have an audition locked in!
The bad news: I have already had my first anxiety dream. Last night I had a long, involved, disastrous dream. I went to Peabody for my audition and I pretty much had no idea where I was supposed to be or when I was supposed to be there. I somehow ended up in an impromptu masterclass for the auditionees. Which is pretty stupid, because it wasn't even a well-organized one. Then I had a nagging feeling that I should start heading to my audition. It was 3:03. I thought my audition was at 3:30, so I double-checked. Nope. 3:00. So I race downstairs (I'm pretty sure my sleep-brain thinks Peabody is in a castle mixed with a cathedral. It sort of looked like Hogwarts.) and into this huge room. There are a bunch of people just wrapping up a theory placement test, and the proctors look at me pityingly and say I missed the whole thing. I realized while racing down the stairs that I have no idea where my audition is, so I just follow everyone else out of the room, and luckily we all go to the audition room. So I hang out, waiting to be called in, but everyone else goes first. I finally approach a guy on the audition panel and timidly ask whether I'm next. He's all like, "oh yeahhh!" He also looks at my pityingly. He sits down at a rickety upright (no one else on the panel stuck around; they all left) and I start to sing Orlovsky's Aria from Die Fledermaus. About 10 seconds in, people start making a lot of noise in the next room. And playing ragtime on the piano in that room. Which is in a different key that clashes absolutely horribly with D-flat Major. I keep singing, desperately trying to hear my piano over the din in the next room. I finish the piece, remarkably still in the correct key, and know I blew my audition. Then I woke up. Now please excuse me while I get all the information I can and plan for my audition. 2 more schools to hear from:
I finally figured out a new year's resolution! I usually avoid making any because I know I'll forget what they are by March. But I just thought of a really good one and I didn't want to forget it by the morning so here I am posting from my phone at almost one a.m.
Do things that make my body feel good. I'm probably going to hate myself for this one, but at the moment it seems pretty good. This resolution will involve lots of singing for sure. All that oxygen and everything mmmmhm! There may be an increase in jogging, because I always feel awesome after that. There may even be an attempt at **le gasp** YOGA. We'll see about that one. But there will most certainly be more stretching. Chocolate is definitely included in this plan. And tea. And fruit. Lots of fruit. I will not keep you updated of my progress with this goal because, let's face it, that would probably be embarrassing. I may end up not sticking with this, but I think it is definitely doable. Plus, it'll make me feel good. How can I not keep up with that? So my boyfriend bought me a Sunnydale High gym class t-shirt for Christmas. You know, this one:
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