You know that solo I auditioned for last week? Yeah, I didn’t get it. He chose the only guy who auditioned because he had a really nice, booming bass voice. I am not a bass. I’m not even a salmon. But hey I tried and will try again the next time I get the opportunity to audition for a solo. Our director was at least more up front about it this time and announced who he chose and then thanked the rest of us for auditioning.
I was upset, but not as upset as I was the first time I wasn’t picked for a solo. Thankfully the Cackler’s obnoxious level wasn’t cranked all the way up to 11 this time. She was pretty tame, aside from one moment when she threw her head all the way back and cackled about something our director said during practice.
During the day, a guy I know talked about how he turned to respond to someone on the street but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a burp. That story amused me more than it should’ve, but the image came back during choir and was exactly what I needed to cheer up. Unlike the Cackler, I tried to contain my laughter. So my shoulders were shaking and that got my friend’s attention, and so I told her the story and could barely finish before laughing again. I couldn’t even stop while we were singing somber songs from Handel’s “Messiah”. The story isn’t as funny today, but I thanked the guy for giving me a good laugh.