A close encounter of the skunk kind
Mar. 29th, 2003 03:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaalaOn my way home from the Conservatory today (about 40 minutes ago), I came just about the closest I think I have ever been to a live skunk--five metres or so. Nothing alarming happened; he or she just scurried away across the road very quickly, which is why I suddenly noticed. I usually don't see them "up close" because I keep a close eye out once I get the smell. This one must not have been very alarmed, because there was not a hint of it in the air.
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In case you're wondering why I was at the Conserv so late: I was practicing. After a whole lot of procrastination and this and that, including a recital, a reception, a few conversations, and a surreptitious viewing of the dress rehearsal of Nottingham!. (The balcony door was left open after the recital. I walked in and sat down, nobody appeared to notice or object, I was amused by what I saw, so I stayed.) My flute professor may say what she likes, but I don't agree with her that I'll be ready in time for the jury.
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My part in the recital (at which the vocal jazz group in a "legit' guise was performing back-up on two Gaelic songs) went okay. The person who played whistle is not accustomed to "classical" performance situations so he re-started when he made a mistake and came in at the wrong place several times, but I don't think many people noticed. The choir itself performed fairly well, considering we rehearsed the songs only three or four times. The alto who stands next to me* dropped her music in the most professional manner, that is, she didn't bat an eyelash until we were about to sing about four minutes later. (It took a bit of self-discipline on my part to avoid giggling.)
And that's the end, the final end of that ensemble. I feel numb.
*Her name is Amy. She's really nice, and she's my theory tutor as well. (I got myself a tutor because I miss the class so often and felt guilty constantly asking other people to fill me in.)
* * *
In case you're wondering why I was at the Conserv so late: I was practicing. After a whole lot of procrastination and this and that, including a recital, a reception, a few conversations, and a surreptitious viewing of the dress rehearsal of Nottingham!. (The balcony door was left open after the recital. I walked in and sat down, nobody appeared to notice or object, I was amused by what I saw, so I stayed.) My flute professor may say what she likes, but I don't agree with her that I'll be ready in time for the jury.
* * *
My part in the recital (at which the vocal jazz group in a "legit' guise was performing back-up on two Gaelic songs) went okay. The person who played whistle is not accustomed to "classical" performance situations so he re-started when he made a mistake and came in at the wrong place several times, but I don't think many people noticed. The choir itself performed fairly well, considering we rehearsed the songs only three or four times. The alto who stands next to me* dropped her music in the most professional manner, that is, she didn't bat an eyelash until we were about to sing about four minutes later. (It took a bit of self-discipline on my part to avoid giggling.)
And that's the end, the final end of that ensemble. I feel numb.
*Her name is Amy. She's really nice, and she's my theory tutor as well. (I got myself a tutor because I miss the class so often and felt guilty constantly asking other people to fill me in.)
