I'm trying to keep telling myself this! I decided to take a choir class this semester for one credit hour and try something a little bit different than the average lecture style class. I looked over the syllabus and the course requirements to be sure that no solos were required to pass the class. Looked all fine and dandy and I even emailed the professor to be sure, he said, "nope you can if you want, but noone has to." Well come to find out that he is a BIG FAT LIAR!
I walk into class about an hour ago wearing my God for saken bozo boots, my long North Face parka with smeared mascara and a ratball on my head, looking like I just got off the crazy train. I'm the only one without any singing experience and the only one who has never been in a choir before. So not off to a great start, but still on board to try something new and go outside my comfort zone.
Well that didn't last long at all. About ten minutes into class he says, "Ok now that we have gone over the requirements of the class I'm going to go down the list and each person will get up and sing for a few minutes in front of class to show us all your "range""
I'm sitting in my chair thinking is he out of his F#$%@@#@ mind! I am not getting up in front of this class to show anyone my range of anything!!! So after the first few people get called and we make our way down to the R's of the alphabet I am sweating like a pig. I know it's going to be my turn to sing any minute now and I'm sweating, shaking and feeling my grilled cheese dinner on its way back up.
I get up in front of the class and stand there not knowing what to do with my hands or feet or anything and I'm just staring out in my bozo boots looking like I'm about to vomit. He asks me to repeat after him while he sings along with the piano, "Do.. Re.. ME... Fa... So... Fa.. Me... RE.. Do" And I proceed to sing, "Do...Re...Me..Fa..um whats the next one?" IT WAS AWFUL!! I FORGOT THE WORDS TO "DO RE ME!!"
So he says, "Don't worry I also teach the children's choir and we just use numbers,so try this 1...2...3...4..5..4...3...2..1.." At that point I had lost all respect for myself and just prayed to God he would just decide if I was an alto or soprano and spare me the humiliation any longer!
So I am now at home enjoying a cold Heineken and trying to forget that experience just happened.
The funny thing is that I can get up in front of a group of people and give a speech or presentation and not worry about it. But apparently that isn't work across the board. I'll be sure to get back to you next Wednesday when he wants me to get up and try again to get a better feel for what type of singer I
really am. God help us all when that day arrives.