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The elephant in the room.

Well today was my first official audition, thats right my ‘French’ song. And it went….

FAIRLY BADLY.

I have had possibly the worst day today with all these little incidents summing up to make me equal ‘the elephant in the room’, first off I burnt my toast, I should have known that, I should have faked a stomach ache and called it a day right there, but i decided against my fore-seen outcome and get ready.

I printed out my new CV and headshot went to the shop and got a cd and put my tracks on to it all organised and started warming up like a good girl prepping for an audition.

I drove there managed to get a pretty good park within a parking center which I thought would be the safest option for parking in the city.

I got onto the boat and went to grab my CV and headshot and oh thats right I didnt need my folder for Uni today because I didnt go to Uni, so surprise surprise my Headshot and CV that I had put in there so they didnt get crushed, oh thats right I left that folder at home :/.. After a ‘trying-to-calm-me’ phone call to my agent, I took a deep breath and thought that would have been the last of my series of unfortunate events.

WRONG.

I further decided it would be cool to sing off pitch for an entire line after the guy ‘accidently’ knocked the CD player forcing it to skip into my keychange whilst i was still in the key before hmmmm, thank you. Then decided that when you forget lyrics in a French song you could totally just repeat a line even though it technically makes no sense english it doesn’t matter because it sounded fine in french, greattt. So as I exited the stage in front of the other ‘ridiculous’ singers who all sang on key and didn’t jumble the lyrics of a french song. After being embarrassed enough from my shotty performance I thought it even better if I casually tripped down the stairs, hmmm classy Natasha.

Left the audition got to my car went to get out my wallet to pay for my expensive parking and are you kidding? where is my wallet? i chuck all of my bag onto the car seat and yerp definitely no wallet, try to tail gate out but the authorities were standing right there sooooo LOL jokes backed up and found a park, finally got my mum to give them her credit card details over the phone and on my way to AIM.

Finally sitting in my aural class nothing could go wrong… Then out of nowhere and no touching my necklace breaks in half with my beads falling everywhere and making a ruckus and now everyones attention on me… EXCELLENT!!

Got home, telling my house mate about m shit day and wacked my self in the eye and then put my head back to laugh and almost choked on my saliva and had a coughin fit for about hmm 5 minutes.. 

I need to go to bed.

My day of being the elephant in the room.

Toast for Bedtime Stories

Well, I have almost successfully completed my first week at AIM and let me tell you it has had its pro’s and cons. The very first day i was not sold and wanted to pack up camp right then and there, however I don’t really think of myself as a ‘quitter’ soooooooo evidently have stuck it out and let me say the rest of the week has gotten better. Within the first day I had played about an hours worth of drama games in a supposed ‘dance’ lesson which mind you went for 2 hours :/, tapped a few notes on a keyboard then was let go 30 minutes early because ‘I knew what I was doing’ (first day of playing piano, yeah right) and had explained to me that Major chords are the ‘Happy’ sounding chords and Minor chords are the ‘sad’ sounding chords oh but wait they can be mixed up and changed around… SOOOOOOOO basically your telling me, from a complete beginner music theory student’s point of view that major and minor chords are guess work and some are happy and sad and they can change up just to trick us? Wowwwwww music that thinks for itself and plays tricks on us mere homosapians, who knew. Tuesday I had a day off which after this first day was much needed. I still don’t get how a series like Sex in the City can hold my attention for at least 5 hours solid and then still finding myself wanting more and having to tear myself off the couch. weirddddd. I’d like to fantasise about myself being Samantha, confident, successful, sex driven, no inhibitions, gets any man she wants, however unfortunately fantasy means ‘The faculty or activity of imagining things that are impossible or improbable.’ whereas in reality im somewhat of a Charlotte :/ Thanks for being such a weirdo Charlotte and not having much of an audience appeal. Then that brings me to now sitting in my bed 8:00PM eating toast and getting ready for bed hence the title. I wonder as to whether AIM and my 4 hours of Concert Practice tomorrow will be enough to keep me or discourage me? Whether there is such thing as a prince charming? and whether next time I won’t burn my toast for the unthteen time?

The Start of Something New

Although the title reads a song from HSM (for all of you who are slightly Music Theatre inclined), I am in no means affiliated or believe my life to be a HSM, maybe one day. Long story short I have decided to start a blog because keeping a journal was far too difficult. So it’s about my 2nd week of living in the extravagant Eastgardens as opposed to my first Sydney home in Bondi and I am rather enjoying myself. I start at the Australian Institute of Music this Monday and have finally landed myself an agent, in Sydney, possibly my last 5 years of 11:11 wishes has come true, which I’m happy came true however rather inconvenienced at trying to think of another 11:11 wish to serve for the next 5 or so years. I am boyfriendless and rather enjoy doing my own thing even though this does not mean getting leglessly drunk on a weekend and hooking up with god knows who, I rather enjoy my independence and after have a 2 year draining relationship with a ‘dumb’ (girls know what I mean by this) guy I think I deserve a little me time. I am currently learning how to sing ‘No Regrets’ by Edith Piaf, which might I mention needs to be done by the 6th of February it’s now the 28th of Jan and did I mention it needs to be done in French? hmm WHY DIDNT I STUDY FRENCH IN SCHOOL!!!!!! but besides that I decided that after going to a full time dance school last year that i would perhaps attend a pilates session at the local gym just to you know ‘keep in shape’ even though Christmas holidays meant to do absolutely nothing, the guilt of this finally caught up and I found myself in this class. There were ladies there of all sizes and ages and i thought to myself ‘Well it cant be that hard’, after about an hour of sweating my guts up next to a 50 year old barely breathing heavy at all I realised perhaps i should attend something like this on more of a regular basis. So now I have a gym membership :/.… So I guess this year is the ‘start of something new’, a gym membership the realisation that I make myself happy, learning a new language and finally fulfilling my last 5 years of 11:11 wishes.. what more could I want so far, so good as they say.. Let’s do this woohooo!!!!!