But I’m Okay.

Sorry I disappeared for a bit, there.  Choir Retreat was Saturday, and it was great!  Heckling became an art as people introduced themselves to the choir—people were still surprised that I’m a senior.  I still think a t-shirt is in order.  Oh well.  It was a blast, and there was hardly any moaning or groaning over past life experiences to weigh it down, so kudos.

Then I got really sick.  And I haven’t had a touch of dairy in weeks.  What the hell?  I’m okay now, but the last 28 hours haven’t been very pleasant…in that I was really sick all night, slept all day, and didn’t get to do the things I wanted to accomplish.  But I’m better, and happy, so I’ll get over it.

My almost-anguish.

When hearing about how an audition went, the last thing you really need is a fake out—not that I was faked out, exactly.  But usually, being thanked for the audition right away means they’re going in a different direction, a.k.a. you sucked.  And yet, somehow, against all odds, that being me vs. another guy who got in anyway because he tried out for two parts, I am now a member of UWEC’s own Impromptu.  Not gonna lie—I’m completely pumped.

Agony.

I know you’re all waiting with breathless anticipation for the news, and if you’re not, then you’re not, I guess.  But I am.  And there’s still nothing.  So just wait a little while.  Yeah.

Fifteen.

Callbacks, or should I say “callbacks”, lasted less than twenty minutes.  We sang the same numbers we did the other day, just with Doc in the room, and then it was over.  Supposedly, I’ll know tomorrow night, but it sounds like they’re discussing tomorrow morning, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I found out sooner.  I’m not sure how hopeful I am.  Cautious optimism, people.

A little sad, but who knows?

Auditions for Impromptu were this evening, and after a last-minute freak out and song change, I feel like it went well enough.  I was one of two tenors auditioning, with one of the tenors, that being the other tenor, also auditioning as a baritone against one other.  Three guys.  My tenor friend and I have a good enough feeling about it, but we’re still cautious just because the whole thing was so weird feeling.  There are still callbacks!  Who are they going to eliminate?  It’s all up in the air.  I like my chances, but we’ll just have to wait and see.

Impromptu audition…get it?

I wasn’t really planning on auditioning for Impromptu, Concert Choir’s a capella group, but now I guess I am.  Now I need to pick a song to sing at auditions, and I think I’m making it more complicated than it needs to be—pick a song, be done with it, right?  Not so much.  No, this song needs to be perfect now, because now that I’m auditioning, I really want to get in.  Why audition for no reason?  Exactly.  I rarely have the need to play to win in an ultra-competitive way, but music is very much the exception to that rule—that is to say, I’m playing to win.  I’ve even got a shot, one single shot, in hell, so it’s pretty exciting.

The long one I’d been searching for.

This is the last week of my junior year in college.  I’m at my third school on my third year, living with my third roommate, working toward my first degree in my…seventh major.  That’s right: I’m not a Theatre Arts major anymore.  Funny story, actually…

Europe 2008.

I found out today that I am officially in for next years Concert Choir European Tour 2008. I’m all a flutter—not only because I get to go to Europe again, but because I get to go with some of my best friends, spend a whole year singing with them here, and then go sing in some amazing places on another continent! The plan is Germany, Czech Republic and Poland, and all for the low, low price of $3600! Oh, I am going to be so poor, it’s true. But I don’t really care, because I’m going to Europe!! Sorry, did I mention that already?

Hello Bach, goodbye futon.

Today’s the day my futon goes away. I will miss it dearly. It wasn’t very comfortable, and it was really quite impossible to make into a bed, but its lovable brown slipcover brought warm feelings to me every time I sat upon it, unless someone had just spilled, of course. But we will meet again, dear futon! Nothing can keep us apart.

Today’s the day Bach rolls in his grave. Good riddance. It will be a good show, Bach’s Mass in B minor, to be sure–come on, its UW-Eau Claire’s very own Concert Choir with the Symphonic Choir, accompanied by the amazing University Symphony Orchestra. It’s going to be a good time for everyone except the audience, thus my problem with the Bach. You need to get to know the Mass in order to appreciate how good it is–Cruxifixus alone is worth the price of admission. But I’m afraid it will all fall on unappreciative ears, and thus so make its exit.