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At last...
Dec. 7th, 2008 01:58 pmSo last night was the company party. I bought the dress and the shoes I'd posted about the other day thanks to the Christmas money my mom sent. I drank what seemed to be gallons of hot tea with honey and lemon, so that my voice (which I'd lost on Wednesday) had mostly returned. Hopped up on decongestants, I went to meet with a friend before the party, and we hung out (and had tea) and talked, and that was very pleasant, even if I did feel a bit conspicuous walking around Capitol Hill in that dress. :)
I showed up at the party just a little late but well before a bunch of others. I had some snacks and some soda water and visited with friends. They had karaoke downstairs and Wii upstairs. I started to go upstairs once but realized that in these heels (which are higher than anything else I've worn in ages) and my stair phobia, there's no way in hell I was making it up and down those stairs on a regular basis. Downstairs it is, then!
So I ended up singing. I did not do anything from Phantom of the Opera, as it didn't really fit the mood or the evening (yay, because my range was not there). I did a few different things (Santa Baby in that dress was So. Much. Fun, and you never get to do that any other time of year), but I think probably the best one was At Last, by Etta James. It was a blast, even if it was the first one (wasn't sure how long I'd have a voice to speak of) and my first-song-in-front-of-everyone shakes were in full effect. At least they were just me and not my voice, which is an improvement. I wonder if that ever goes away? We can only hope, I guess. Did have to sing Cher at one point, but sang it with a bunch of other people, so that's okay. :)
It's so weird when you sing like that, because you don't hear your voice coming out of your mouth or in your head, you hear it coming out of the speakers. And it doesn't sound like you, because it sounds like other people hear you. It's hard to feel connected to it and be able to correct for pitch, etc. On the other hand, it's sort of like singing along with the radio turned all the way up. As long as it sounds good, there's nothing to worry about.
I think it went well. I got a lot of compliments, which was pleasant but unexpected. Before the end of the night I'd heard from someone's spouse that they'd heard I'd been an opera singer, which was flattering and yet funny as hell because it is so not even remotely possible.
I think it was good. Made good impressions, had fun, sang with friends, can still talk today (even if I did miss out on the drinking), and didn't turn the thing into a concert of one. I think everyone had a good time. It was a good night, really. Boo yah.
I showed up at the party just a little late but well before a bunch of others. I had some snacks and some soda water and visited with friends. They had karaoke downstairs and Wii upstairs. I started to go upstairs once but realized that in these heels (which are higher than anything else I've worn in ages) and my stair phobia, there's no way in hell I was making it up and down those stairs on a regular basis. Downstairs it is, then!
So I ended up singing. I did not do anything from Phantom of the Opera, as it didn't really fit the mood or the evening (yay, because my range was not there). I did a few different things (Santa Baby in that dress was So. Much. Fun, and you never get to do that any other time of year), but I think probably the best one was At Last, by Etta James. It was a blast, even if it was the first one (wasn't sure how long I'd have a voice to speak of) and my first-song-in-front-of-everyone shakes were in full effect. At least they were just me and not my voice, which is an improvement. I wonder if that ever goes away? We can only hope, I guess. Did have to sing Cher at one point, but sang it with a bunch of other people, so that's okay. :)
It's so weird when you sing like that, because you don't hear your voice coming out of your mouth or in your head, you hear it coming out of the speakers. And it doesn't sound like you, because it sounds like other people hear you. It's hard to feel connected to it and be able to correct for pitch, etc. On the other hand, it's sort of like singing along with the radio turned all the way up. As long as it sounds good, there's nothing to worry about.
I think it went well. I got a lot of compliments, which was pleasant but unexpected. Before the end of the night I'd heard from someone's spouse that they'd heard I'd been an opera singer, which was flattering and yet funny as hell because it is so not even remotely possible.
I think it was good. Made good impressions, had fun, sang with friends, can still talk today (even if I did miss out on the drinking), and didn't turn the thing into a concert of one. I think everyone had a good time. It was a good night, really. Boo yah.
