Today we have our final rehearsal with my teacher. We are to play our entire program, from start to finish.
The musical arrangements are quite complicated. Yesterday we figured out what we were going to do, but this morning my teacher has lots of feedback for us on every song, and now I can't remember what we decided, even with the help of my scribbled notes.
I can't refer to notes on stage. I need to know what we are doing.
I haven't been sleeping well, and my head is in a spin.
My voice is tired from yesterday's long rehearsal, and I'm holding back so as not to make it worse. She demands better technique from me. She has so much to say, there is no time to write notes or even to process it in my brain.
Actually my voice feels very strained. Will it be OK by Saturday night?
Our two-hour session comes to an end, the next student arrives, and there are still two songs we haven't played.
After the lesson, we go to the Central Market and have a coffee.
We hunt for our posters and spot a few of them in the Market precinct.
My voice is really trashed. My teacher has counseled me to put my head over a bowl of bowling water and breathe in the steam for a while. I try this at home. Does she realise how limp this makes my hair look? I spray rub dry shampoo into it to give it some volume.
In the afternoon we hang out at home, just chatting, eating and relaxing.
We play gently through the remaining two songs.
In the evening we try to visit the Festival's Garden of Unearthly Delights, but it's not open to the public just yet.
Eneias videos several buskers, and I follow behind, dispensing money to them.
We eat at a nearby restaurant, and we toss around some exciting ideas for the future.
Eneias is very tired. He is adjusting to the 11-hour time difference, but the travel is catching up with him.
I drop him at the hotel and go home to steam my vocal folds again.
Now I am quite worried. Terrified, actually. The first show is in just a couple of days. People have bought tickets and will expect a good performance.
Will I have any voice at all?
The musical arrangements are quite complicated. Yesterday we figured out what we were going to do, but this morning my teacher has lots of feedback for us on every song, and now I can't remember what we decided, even with the help of my scribbled notes.
I can't refer to notes on stage. I need to know what we are doing.
I haven't been sleeping well, and my head is in a spin.
My voice is tired from yesterday's long rehearsal, and I'm holding back so as not to make it worse. She demands better technique from me. She has so much to say, there is no time to write notes or even to process it in my brain.
Actually my voice feels very strained. Will it be OK by Saturday night?
Our two-hour session comes to an end, the next student arrives, and there are still two songs we haven't played.
After the lesson, we go to the Central Market and have a coffee.
We hunt for our posters and spot a few of them in the Market precinct.
My voice is really trashed. My teacher has counseled me to put my head over a bowl of bowling water and breathe in the steam for a while. I try this at home. Does she realise how limp this makes my hair look? I spray rub dry shampoo into it to give it some volume.
In the afternoon we hang out at home, just chatting, eating and relaxing.
We play gently through the remaining two songs.
In the evening we try to visit the Festival's Garden of Unearthly Delights, but it's not open to the public just yet.
Eneias videos several buskers, and I follow behind, dispensing money to them.
We eat at a nearby restaurant, and we toss around some exciting ideas for the future.
Eneias is very tired. He is adjusting to the 11-hour time difference, but the travel is catching up with him.
I drop him at the hotel and go home to steam my vocal folds again.
Now I am quite worried. Terrified, actually. The first show is in just a couple of days. People have bought tickets and will expect a good performance.
Will I have any voice at all?
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