I was wildly uncomfortable with the assignment. I could not have done it alone. I have never been good at singing, and I haven't sung in a public setting, where strangers could potentially hear, in years. I can't hold a note, or match pitch, despite years of singing lessons. Some thoughts I had during the 7 minutes included:
- Am I even close to my note?
- Is anyone on a note?
- Is it only Eliza who is hitting her note?
- Why is this taking so long?
- How has it only been 2 minutes?
- Seven minutes is a fucking long time
- Eliza has to be close to twerking
- Anthony has to be sick of "heart and soul"
- Why doesn't he switch songs?
- This is it- this is how I'm going to die, these seven minutes will stretch out into oblivion, everything will fade away from around me, and I will reabsorb into the ether as an uncomfortable mass who can't sing for shit, the heat beating through these windows will consume us as we try to stay on a note, and I will die embarrassed and embarrassing and
- It's been seven minutes? Thank god
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