Dorothy Gayle's got nothin' to be afraid of, s'far as I can see. . . . . . . . .
My cell rings Monday morning. Thinking it *might* be a realtor wanting to show my house, I answer.
"Hello, Heather? This is xxxxxx, the local music professor. Our bassoonist just backed out of our opera productions, are your available?"
"Let me check my schedule. . . . . " {insert noises of me trying to sound professional, and important. and most of all, not too desperate for a gig}
"Yes, I believe I'm clear. . . .see you THIS Thursday, then."
Opera, I figure. I'm a bassoonist, not a coloratura. How hard can this be?
Then, the scores arrive.
Picture a nurse who works in a doctor's office, being thrown into the ER of an inner-city hospital.
Picture a kindergarten teacher, being transferred to a high-school remedial math class for at-risk students.
Picture a casual hiker, scaling Pike's Peak.
Picture me, hyperventilating over opera music.
Get the picture?
There is no real point to this post, other than to say that I may not be online much in the next week, as I practice for the. hardest. music. I've. played. since. college.
Oh, and if you want to hear the aria from Puccini's opera, Gianni Schicci, click here. It's beautiful, really.
Just don't listen too closely for the bassoonist!
2 comments:
Hugs Heather! I know nothing about about music, but I know I admire your perseverance! So you can do it! Praying for you, gal! ~Meredith
you are so stinkin' cute. I think you are super hilarious. And Im sure you are going to do just fine. It was, in fact, a divine appointment.
And i hope you do get that call from the realtor too. ;-)
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