So it has been a while. Yet again. I apologize, people, life is nuts this semester! Anyway, at this juncture, I am going to tell you about the wonderful First Good Cry I enjoyed in my college career!

Basically, this whole last week was just sad. I studied really hard for a chemistry test and got a mediocre grade on it. I had an insane amount of meetings and things to show up for that I could hardly keep up with. There were auditions for the spring oratorio that the music department puts on every year, and I couldn’t find enough time to rehearse before the auditions that were scheduled for Friday afternoon. It was just a bad week.

Here’s how the FGC went down: I met with my voice teacher a few minutes before the audition so we could go over the part one more time. I nailed it when we went over it, notes and rhythms right, and hopefully a metric butt-ton of volume. Alto lines need extra power! I went in confident. I was slightly intimidated because there were only 2 other freshman who were auditioning, and the others were upperclassmen. I let that go, though, because I was mostly doing this audition for experience.

The solo parts worked out so that there was a bass and alto duet and a soprano and alto duet [because the alto is pretty much the star in the Handel ‘Te Deum’]. I sang the duet with the bass first, and you guys, I totally rocked it. I don’t even care if it sounded good, at least I got it right! Then the soprano and I did our thing, and something funky happened. I don’t know what it was, but something was wrong, so they asked us to do it again.

Oh my word, that second time, I came in at the wrong time, got half the notes wrong, and just completely lost my butt. It was nuts. Looking back on it, it really wasn’t a big deal, but it was a poop end to a poop week and it basically seemed like the end of the world. I tried to apologize to the soprano I was with for messing her up, and I couldn’t even get words out, it was like Sea World exploded on my face there were so many tears. I was so pitiful!

But you guys, this is totally not supposed to be a story about how college is so hard it will make you cry, this is a story about how I sincerely just needed a nap! I called my mom on the way back to my room and scared the living daylights out of her with my “YOU HAVE TO COME PICK ME UP I CAN’T GO HERE ANYMORE WAAAAAAHHH” and then got in my bed and went to sleep.

And then I woke up.

AND THE LIFE WAS OKAY AGAIN. I woke up and seriously I was like “Okay, and why was I crying?”
That was a fabulous FGC though and I am very glad it happened!

The moral of the story is: Take a nap when you need it. It may save you from wailing your little heart out in the middle of the music building!
Anyway, spring break is after next week and I’m going to go see my favorite band in Atlanta and it is going to be AWESOME. The end.

Over and out,
Miss Joya