Humiliation comes in many forms.
On Tuesday, I completely and utterly screwed up my audition with my failure to sight-sing. I've never had a strong aural sense, and I was actually one and half tones OUT and quite possibly in the wrong key.
Suffice to say, I didn't get the job.
There were other horrible moments of course- like when I tried to take a 'shortcut' before Glenferrie Rd and ended up shrieking hysterically at a particularly stubborn red light with only four minutes before the audition. Like when I started my Mazurka with an extremely heavy bang, having not played on a grand piano for years. Like when I mucked up what should have been a basic 3/4 rhythm in the harmonisation, and almost missed 'Do' by a semitone in the lyric singing. And how was I to know that the interviewer's pet hate was people who play without shoes?
I felt vaguely disappointed at the end, but it wasn't exactly what you'd call crushing. I knew from the start that I could never compete with the psycho-technical-tertiary-level-music-people and the audition also reinforced the fact that I have lost any performing ability I once had.
Plus, it was end-of-exams. And after a night of bar-hopping, I didn't even think about it.
Woot!
2 comments:
Oh Daph, that audition sounds terrible! On the bright side at least you are lounging in NZ now! Lucky gal.
I called the day u left but I think you left early or I missed you :(
I am on facebook. BAD BAD! So I'll see you there!
Blechhh... I feel your pain, I always failed the aural stuff. It's probably why I quit.
What an incredibly terrifying job getting process .... !!!
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