You know it’s coming up on a performance when I start having anxiety dreams involving said performance.
Last night I had a bizarre one about having to step in to conduct the hardest piece we have because our director wasn’t there yet. I botched it and the audience have us like 3 claps and a bunch of coughs and restless crowd noise.
I awoke all hot with shame.
Yeah- our big gay concert is this coming Friday and Saturday. I’m like 99% ready, but the perfectionist in me looks around at all the guys who still don’t have their music memorized and I get a bit concerned.
Do you know how hard it is to sing next to someone who isn’t singing the same pitches or words as you are– but they’re supposed to be??
We had a 2 hour “memorization assist” rehearsal this past Sunday, which I feel helped a ton. But still… I’m nervous.
Hence the dreams.
I just want it to go as well as I want it to. Or at least as well as I think it should. Plus my dad is coming up to see it on Saturday, so….
Oh. And just so you know– this week is cray-cray with rehearsals. I may not be posting often, and I’m sure to be all cranky pants.