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[sanura]

I'm not quite all there, no matter what I'm doing. Good thing I don't have to really accomplish anything right now. Stephan's at the library, and I managed not to die or kill his car driving him there after rehearsal so I could get him when he's done so his car wouldn't be ticketed on the inner loop. But I was close. I think we're going to Studio 60 after he's done. Though there are other things I could do.

Dan's not around enough these days. Or maybe I'm not. I'm missing things.

I dragged Shadow inside and gave him some Advantage, and he settled in on my bed like he'd never left. He's much more at home there than Tavaril.

Flatness, splattered cutoffs, and nebulous vowels right next to me in Chorale were so hateful I ground my teeth. Didn't help my back, either. I don't know why I care so much, but it's a kind of torture for me to sing with people who don't, or who can't tell. Mistakes every now and then are fine and natural and not objectionable to me at all, but the consistent... lameness, in the most intense and least valleygirl sense of the word... It makes me want to break something.

Where did Reggie go?

Comments

[trivetmonger.livejournal.com]

Ack! I know; I didn't practice the Credo at all and I'm a far worse sight-reader than I should be. Forgive me--I know not what I do.

[sanura.livejournal.com]

Actually, I wasn't talking about you. I don't mind the occasional mistake, which was all you committed.

[trivetmonger.livejournal.com]

You're very kind. I swear I didn't sing a single half note for the correct duration the whole time, though. Stupid half notes.

[sanura.livejournal.com]

That's just a thing. Don't do it again, and don't worry about it.