Thursday, December 14, 2006

Lest you think I lie about my choir director not liking me...

I have always stated that my choir director isn't too enamored of me. I think I am finally figuring it all out but he still gets under my skin. On my last nerve. Whatever.

This is the latest from him (sent to the choir as a whole):

I want to be careful not to send you too much sound from the monitors, especially since there is a lot of sound from the orchestra as a whole. I will be asking to brass to come down more to assist with this. Do your best not to oversing because of the level of music. I struggle with this myself, but we just have to trust things are being picked up in the mics.



Do you know what that translates to?

I do. Last night, the sound man came down and adjusted the microphone that was pointed directly at me down to the floor. Think that speaks volumes? And there are two of us who can carry things with no mikes, and she was at the opposite end of the row from me.

And you know what? I am STILL going to sing the way I sing, no matter who tells me to stop singing so loudly. I can sing, and noone is going to tell me to stop using that talent.

So there. Put THAT in your pipe and smoke it!

Now can you see why I struggle with singing?

I'm such a wallflower.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Robin said...

Yes, you the wallflower, that is exactly how I would describe you..ha ha.
Sing it girl, sing it!
If you got it, flaunt it!

10:31 PM  

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