Another fun singing lesson today......
"Why is it we always start lessons with you having to confess to something?" asked my teacher as I came into the room this morning.
"You know I have this bad habit of saying yes to things first and worrying about the consequences afterwards?" I began.
"What have you done this time?" he said, warily.
"I agreed to stand in at the last minute at a fundraising event when the singer who was meant to be doing the gig dropped out."
"When?"
"Friday week. We'll have to do some work beforehand on the things they want me to sing."
"Have you got the music?" asked my teacher.
"Yes, I was given it yesterday evening." I produced it.
"Hmmmmm" he said as he read it. "Did you know what sort of performance it was when you agreed to do it?"
"No." I replied. And he sighed heavily.
"We'd better do some work on it today" he said.
"But what will the accompanist say?" I started to argue.
"I don't know, let's find out" he replied, ushering her in.
Now this lesson was originally meant to be a session with both my teacher and my accompanist, putting the shine on an operatic aria by Menotti and two of Richard Strauss's four last songs, for my LTCL next Spring.
She and I had discussed this in the waiting room before my lesson started, and so she was a little taken aback when she sat down at the piano and saw the new material on the music stand.
There was a pause. A long one. She looked at the lieder and aria we were meant to be doing and put them aside with a regretful little sigh. She looked at me as if she hadn't seen me before.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"For the fun of it, to widen my repertoire experience and as a favour to a friend. Why are you accompanying me?"
"For the fun of it, to widen my repertoire experience and as a favour to a friend" she replied with a ferocious scowl. Then she burst into giggles, as did I, and order was (partially) restored.
"WHAT is THAT?????" she spluttered
"'You Can't Get A Man With A Gun' from 'Annie Get Your Gun'"
"And THIS????"
"It's from 'Calamity Jane' - 'Windy City' and 'The Deadwood Stage'"
"YOU'RE singing THAT????"
"Er, yes".
"But you don't do musical theatre" she argued.
"It would appear that she does now" my singing teacher replied.
You see, I've inadvertently landed myself the main singing role in a Wild West Evening!
I spent the whole session trying to belt, trying to sing with an American accent and trying hard to get my teeth round the phrase "Whip-crack-away!" And trying to get my accompanist to forgive me for not singing leider she'd been preparing to play ten minutes earlier!
