Call Backs

So yesterday were the auditions for a production of Beauty and the Beast. I only had to sing a sixty second solo (say that three times fast) and do some spins and kicks and a dance in front of the judges before they announced who were to stay for call backs. Well, my solo went great. Well, it wasn't the best, but I did pretty good, I guess. One of the judges said, "I could probably hear you if you went out to the park! You were actually loud." And I was reassured that that comment was positive, haha, but I wasn't so sure. Anyway, the spins? They were okay. I'm just lucky not to have seriously injured someone. The kicks were awful, I'm sure. But I understood the dance enough to help some other people with it, which has led me to be excruciatingly sore today. I can't even go down the stairs without yelping. Of course, that's to be expected when you don't normally jump in and out of squats three hundred times an hour.
So there we were, waiting for them to announce call backs. We'd been there all day. She was reading the numbers fast, but not fast enough. I was number 91, and my hands were sweating with anxiety. "80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 88, 89, 90, 91.." she called it. I got a call back! Woot! Uh-oh. That meant I had to do a cold reading of the script for a random part. I had been fine all day, but then the butterflies came. Only half-way, thankfully.
After a long time of seeing the same scene rehearsed, she called me up. Then she sent the rest back, and I was alone. I hoped desperately not to do something on my own. Then a few people started chanting, "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel..." Like, I'm so sure. Why try and make me blush before I've even done anything? Then she called up several more girls. She told us we were to sing "Home" which is performed by Belle in the play. I scolded myself for not listening to the soundtrack to the musical that Mom had gotten me beforehand. I didn't know the song. So I tried hard to listen to the others sing it before me, and to remember it. But I kept mixing it up with another song, and I sang several wrong notes when it came to my turn. I totally blew it! Ugh. And it was in front of EVERYONE.
Then she dismissed me without even having to do a cold reading, so I don't know what that means. But the worst part is- I have to wait THREE WEEKS to find out which part(s) I am to have! Oh dear me, I might die.
On another note, I performed a terribly stupid song I wrote on the guitar for an audience of several stuffed Care Bears and Elephants, and one of them kindly recorded it for me on my camera, so I might somehow post that on here tomorrow. Then you can hear how wonderful my hideous singing is.. Maybe I should turn this into a Sing-Along-Blog! Wouldn't that be fun? Vote in the poll =D even if you don't actually exist. Because no one reads my blog anyway,....... so why not do whatever I want with it?

Funniness Taken the Wrong Way

So today, during choir... the girls got a few breaks while the guys were singing. I'm a soprano, and some of my friends, Faith and Meredith, sits across the room as altos. So during that time I was looking through the row of guys and making faces at them. Well, not just faces. I was winking, waving, wiggling my eyebrows, sticking my tongue out, etc.
To my horror, when I got home and checked my Facebook, a guy in the same row as Faith, Meredith and I thought that I was making faces at HIM. Oh dear.. I was so embarrassed, and I blushed despite the fact that this conversation was over the internet. Luckily, he believed me readily.
So as my warning to you; think of every possible consequence before you wiggle your eyebrows at someone as a joke. Or don't, and have something to write on your blog about and tell all of your friends.

Hand Hugs

Depending on where you're from, I have no idea whether or not you've heard of the hand hug. Ha ha.. that was lame-sounding. Basically, in my college class on Monday, my Prof. asked me what word I was writing my definition essay about. It's "Hi", which led Dave (without Dave's friend, he was sick or something) to turn around and say, "What?" with this crazy expression that he's given me more than once, not understanding what I meant, apparently. Actually, he uses the expression alot, and, come to think of it, he's confused.. alot. Anyway, the teacher was writing synonyms and negations (denials or opposites..) for this word on his gigantic blackboard, and he started to talk about how "the wave" also meant "Hi". I already knew this, it was already in my draft. He also stated the the high-five was the same, (with which I disagree) and told a story about how he didn't know how to give one.
This is where the hand hug comes in. The guy behind me, the one from Texas that told me I should go on the river walk again when I'm twenty-one (Um, he's in a freshman class, shouldn't he be 18?), said, "You could give a hand hug!" which sounded more like, "Yeh cud gev eh and ugg. " with lots of gibberish in between.
"A what?" my teacher asked.
"A hand hug!" he and the girl from Oklahoma said together. I guess she also was a fan . They then demonstrated together what it was. If I could find my camera, I'd show you a picture to help explain, but I'm afraid it's temporarily misplaced.
Find a friend, and put your right hands together, like you just froze a high-five on impact. Take your thumb, and wrap it around your friend's hand, and have him/her do the same. Awkward, am I right? But after the first ten times you do it, it becomes totally awesome. Well, to you and the few friends that get addicted to it, too. I showed my whole team Monday night, and one of the girls spread it to everyone else she knew. Down south I guess this is a trend, I'll have to ask my cousin, Chris, because he's from Oklahoma, too.
Go spread the love! Give a hand hug!
(I promise, no more parenthesis in the next post.)