I made a sensation.
It might not have been a good one.
The weird thing about music making is how something can go really, really well ninety times in a practice room and then bomb epically on stage. And it's never like ... the thing you were nervous about. Most of those went fine. (Ok, ok, I forgot how to count in the slow one. Again.) But the hard things with lots of fast fingers?
I did you guys proud.
They opted not to hire me. They hired a vegan. Flutists are alway super thin and vegan and have perfect straight hair and eat dessert without ever seeming to look more than waifish. This is something I clearly need to work on, as it's even more important than counting.
I'm a little bummed, but I'm going to have lunch with my Skype drinking BFF and then actual drinks with my no-qualifiers BFF (no kiddo :-( ) and then take an epic nap and then ... drive back.
Next audition Thursday. I hope you guys like reading this crap because I CAN'T STOP. I WON'T STOP.* DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S ME WHO OWNS THE NIGHT?
*I might also be going a little crazy. Wheeeeee.