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People occasionally accuse me of not having enough self-confidence. Be that as it may (after all, if I had none I wouldn't put my thoughts up here for the world to see!) there are things I know about myself, for instance, that my singing voice really isn't all that good. I can read music rather well, having had a lot of training; I can remember melodies, parts and texts pretty well also but my voice isn't particularly beautiful. It's certainly no solo voice, but good enough for choirs, or so I've found.

Yet I'm off this afternoon to sing the second alto part in a quartet at an entertainment in southern Stockholm (no, it's not open. You can't come. It's for a society that's celebrating it's anniversary, I think). We'll perform three or four songs I've practiced once — last night — fortunately the other three people know them very well. They have been singing together for some time, but their regular second alto couldn't make it tonight so Sara asked me if I'd like to come instead. As the lowest part in the quartet, I'll be heard. Fortunately I have no nerves. At all.

Excuse me while I run around in circles, panicking.

  posted by Linnéa Anglemark at 12:37 0 comments