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All right, I'm coughing it, hack hack...

"Caro Mio Ben" is an old, easy Italian opera song. Short, sweet, and easy. I memorized it for auditioning for the California Regional Honor Choir last year. It's just stuck with me, and I printed out the sheet music for it on a website. Oh, be still my stomach, though! I can sing in front of hundreds at a chorus concert, but that's because I can't see them. They're a dark sea of held breaths and folded hands in laps and proud smiles. Tomorrow it'll be a sea of staring eyes, judging ears, a patient piano accompanyist.

Gaaaaaaaaak.

Then again, the class is pretty big and I don't even know if I'll be required to sing. But it is 1 1/2 hours long. I'm sure I'll have my chance. Ack. Whoopee. No. Yes.

I'm just afraid that I'll sound horrible and people will clap politely and I won't be as awesome as I thought I was. Someone just give me a confidence shot! Plus, where to look when singing to a class? I don't want to lock eyes with anyone, nor have to shift my feet every few moments so that everyone gets a chance to view me as I perform.

And about opera! Yeah, opera production class starts March 30th! I don't know why in rain's name we'll only have a month and a week or so to pull together an entire production, costumes, sets, songs, etc, but whatever; the teacher, Carol, the most jolly, pleasant lady ever, seems to know exactly what she's doing. She never misses a beat! But I have a light{i/} voice, not a big, busty, booming voice that screams, "I have a massive chest cavity!!!" You know?! Hehe...

But I'm good. I am good. I must remember that.

hanging in the doorway
like smoke
like mistletoe
this is where i'll be
whenever you come or go