NoJoMo 3 & 4

so i wrote this down yesterday cause i didn’t have time to type it out here.

11/3/07
the house i’m staying at here in Wenatchee is GORGEOUS!  the owners (opera lovers) have been slowly working on it.  its going to be beautiful when its done.  apparently i have an open invitation to go stay with them.  i’m hoping that i’ll get a chance to take them up on the offer.  the view out the windows is absolutely wonderful. 

um… the show is tonight, not sure how its going to go.  well, i hope.  i love this theatre they have here in Wenatchee.  its beautiful and has great sound.  i’m looking forward to it.

anyway, i’m gonna take a nap then get ready to go. 

– noah

11/4/07
i have stuff to talk about the show last night… but i wanna mention something first.  today i had a wonderful drive home.  two and a half hours through the mountains with two wonderful people.  we listened to great music and drove in sunny weather (most of the way).  so yeah…

moving on…

last night during the show, it went really well, except for one little snag.  so we’re supposed to be drinking red wine.  well, wine… yeah, no drinking wine on stage.  lol  so we usually use grape juice (which, might i add is what we’ve been using since the beginning).  well, michael and i (my scene partner) are having our little dialogue, and i pour us some "wine".  i finish doing my other things (as he finishes his little semi-monologue) and i sit.  the music starts for his aria and he downs his glass of "wine" just as i take a sip of my own. 

as the liquid touches my lips and i taste it i shoot a glance at michael and think, "IT’S CRANBERRY!!!! FUCK!"

he starts to sing and before he can get three words out the cranberry takes hold and suddenly he can’t phonate.  i’m sure my eyes are huge by this point and he violently clears his throat and keeps on singing.  miraculously he makes it through the aria.  but the rest of the show both of us are DYING of thirst.

i don’t know about you all, but cranberry dries me out really really badly.  when i drink it (which is rare) its like swallowing a towel.  it instantly dries me out.

so we barrel through it.  as soon as we’re off stage at the end of the opera, the pianist comes up and says, "Oh my god!  Are you two okay?  What happened?"  i told michael i was sorry that i didn’t know and couldn’t have warned him sooner.  it was bad.  she knew something was wrong.  we tell her what happened, yada yada yada.  it was crazy.

so anyway, thats my story and i’m sticking to it.  today i’ve been lounging around since i got home.  i practiced a bunch because tomorrow i have an audition with the conductor for the Seattle Symphony tomorrow.  i would love to get a few gigs with them.  they pay pretty well.  not to mention it would be fun to work with Maestro Schwartz again. 

so, i’m off.  good night everyone.

– noah