Stage fright, I guess
Jan. 26th, 2019 08:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lyornTomorrow, our small choir (12 singers) will be performing in a church.
Today we practised on-site. For 3.5 hours. In a church (not one of the really badly heated, it was about 16°C), standing all the time.
I feel we have never been that horribly, irredeemably bad. So bad that even looking good won't help.
Yes, the acoustics are challenging. And it's utterly possible that the first soprano and second alto just cannot hear each other, and that they drift apart like OMGWTF because of that. But that is a) no excuse, and b) won't explain the wrong notes, the forgotten lyrics, or the general cluelessness.
Also, 3.5 hours practise in a not-too-warm church, standing on the stone floor, left me with wobbly knees.
I have no idea what's going on with us. Maybe I'm just panicking as usual, it's all quite normal and not exceptionally bad. Maybe it was the rotten last practise which means a great performance when the audience is in and the lights are on.
Still, I am kind of glad that my singing teacher won't be there.
When Ceridwen and I got home, we drank hot Bombardino with whipped cream, listened to 90s' goth metal and fell asleep on the sofa. This did a lot for our mood, but still I am not happy, thinking of the performance tomorrow.
Today we practised on-site. For 3.5 hours. In a church (not one of the really badly heated, it was about 16°C), standing all the time.
I feel we have never been that horribly, irredeemably bad. So bad that even looking good won't help.
Yes, the acoustics are challenging. And it's utterly possible that the first soprano and second alto just cannot hear each other, and that they drift apart like OMGWTF because of that. But that is a) no excuse, and b) won't explain the wrong notes, the forgotten lyrics, or the general cluelessness.
Also, 3.5 hours practise in a not-too-warm church, standing on the stone floor, left me with wobbly knees.
I have no idea what's going on with us. Maybe I'm just panicking as usual, it's all quite normal and not exceptionally bad. Maybe it was the rotten last practise which means a great performance when the audience is in and the lights are on.
Still, I am kind of glad that my singing teacher won't be there.
When Ceridwen and I got home, we drank hot Bombardino with whipped cream, listened to 90s' goth metal and fell asleep on the sofa. This did a lot for our mood, but still I am not happy, thinking of the performance tomorrow.
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Date: 2019-01-26 08:16 pm (UTC)