It's 11:35am and I didn't sleep at all last night. Waiting for the judges' decision about the KDFC Star Spangled Sing-off contest has been keeping me up at night. That and the fact that I'll be singing in front of casting directors from a dozen or so Opera houses in Napoli in 7 days. Oh, and add to that the CD I'm recording today to send in as an audition for Los Angeles Opera's Young Artist Program with Placido Domingo. And then, there's my voice lesson tomorrow, to go over the recording with my teacher and see if she has any suggestions for improvement.
I opened my mouth to warm up and nothing came out. That's scary. I'm too afraid to cancel the recording appointment because it's a gift of a favor from an acquaintance that I don't know well enough to beg and plead... especially since I accidentally slept through our last appointment.
I've had a cup of green tea with lemon, there are two red bulls in the refrigerator, and coffee is brewing. I'll need song angels to enter my body and help make the music happen. I shan't make a habit of having this kind of unreasonable expectation, but please, God, help my voice come through today. Amen.
