Back at the hotel, I jump into the shower. I'm sweaty from our sightseeing, plus the steam will help my voice; it always does. I've been coughing all afternoon.
We pay a visit to the venue where we will perform tomorrow night - Beco das Garrafas ("Bottles Alley"'). The place is just five minutes' walk from our hotel.
When we arrive they are setting up for that night's show. Mara (our Producer) talks with the people there, while the rest of us take a look around the room. We gaze at all the historic photos and memorabilia, and the gigantic blackboard listing the names of all the famous musicians and singers who have performed there. Tomorrow night it will be us on stage.
Mara tells us about the arrangements. She confirms that our show will be at 10 pm, and says we will need to arrive at 8.30 for our sound check.
I remind her about the Marcos Valle show. Marcos Valle is a famous Brazilian composer who is performing at this same venue the night after our show. Mara has a conversation with the barman, then beckons me over. The barman hand-writes the tickets for us and I hand over some cash.
We have Marcos Valle tickets! What an unexpected bonus!
In fact, says the barman, Marcos was here just a few minutes before you arrived. A pity you missed him.
A pity indeed.
As we depart, we peer through the window of the music shop next door. The sign on the door says "Closed", but they see us and open up again. We spend a pleasurable twenty minutes raiding their shelves.
Then it's time for us to rehearse again. Back on the hotel rooftop, we run through the songs we didn't have time for this morning. At last, we've rehearsed our whole repertoire.
I need a rest, and suggest that the others grab a snack. My husband is arriving tonight, and when he does, we will all go out and have some cocktails together.
We pay a visit to the venue where we will perform tomorrow night - Beco das Garrafas ("Bottles Alley"'). The place is just five minutes' walk from our hotel.
When we arrive they are setting up for that night's show. Mara (our Producer) talks with the people there, while the rest of us take a look around the room. We gaze at all the historic photos and memorabilia, and the gigantic blackboard listing the names of all the famous musicians and singers who have performed there. Tomorrow night it will be us on stage.
Mara tells us about the arrangements. She confirms that our show will be at 10 pm, and says we will need to arrive at 8.30 for our sound check.
I remind her about the Marcos Valle show. Marcos Valle is a famous Brazilian composer who is performing at this same venue the night after our show. Mara has a conversation with the barman, then beckons me over. The barman hand-writes the tickets for us and I hand over some cash.
We have Marcos Valle tickets! What an unexpected bonus!
In fact, says the barman, Marcos was here just a few minutes before you arrived. A pity you missed him.
A pity indeed.
As we depart, we peer through the window of the music shop next door. The sign on the door says "Closed", but they see us and open up again. We spend a pleasurable twenty minutes raiding their shelves.
Then it's time for us to rehearse again. Back on the hotel rooftop, we run through the songs we didn't have time for this morning. At last, we've rehearsed our whole repertoire.
I need a rest, and suggest that the others grab a snack. My husband is arriving tonight, and when he does, we will all go out and have some cocktails together.
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