The Mirror in my Mind

Right, so I've now had five choral auditions. Two of them officially came to nothing as of the last time I checked my e-mail. I am generally unsurprised by this, given the fact that my normally mediocre sight-reading skill has atrophied over the past two years to a point where I am actually ashamed of it.

That being said (and to get onward to the subject line), I *sounded* fantastic. My voice + chapel with actual acoustics = Happy. It's so rare that I get to sing in places with decent acoustics -- no matter what I've said in the past, the shower really doesn't count -- and actually hearing my voice echoing in a giant stone chapel really is a wonderful experience. That part of all my auditions, I was genuinely proud of.

I'd left all my music at home, so when combing through my brain for something I could sing a capella without making a fool of myself, I came up with Handel's 'Lascia ch'io pianga'. Lovely piece, right within my comfortable range, and I can ornament if I'm so inclined. I've now sung it in four different chapels, and each time, I was very happy with how it sounded. Of course, the same thing happened at Queens' two years ago, and my lack of sight-reading did me in...

Ah well. Enough egotism for the time being, I suppose.