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1. I write when fancy takes. Sometimes, fancy takes many months of leave.
2. Never give up on this blog. I will eventually come back. When fancy has returned from its unfaithful travels.
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Voice Exam. (Huh? What's That?) Part 2
Sunday, August 8, 2010

Okay… So I had my voice exam on Friday. The one word to describe it, which most of us are familiar with, is “SCREWED”. Sigh. Why would I think that a voice exam would be any different from regular school exams, and why did I even entertain the thought that I would exit full of the joy of singing rather than worrying about the grade I get?

Of course, the nervousness that seeped through my every cell did not help. It was, after all, my FIRST voice exam ever. And, it was Grade 5 at that. Wouldn’t you be slightly daunted too? I was extremely grateful to God that he provided me with an accompanist with whom I had rapport. Rapport is such an essential ingredient for putting on a good performance!


Nina, Maria Wiegenlied and The Birds’ Lament went by fine, for the most part. All you have to do to call it perfect is factor out my inane desire to hold on to the wall and sing with my eyes closed. This inane desire led to the discovery that the wall was padded with sponge for sound-proofing, and the image of puzzled staff wondering why the sponge had changed shape, assuming I gave in to that inane desire, formed in my mind whilst I sang. It definitely helped that the examiner did not make any eye contact with me while I sang, and kept his head bent low while he scribbled notes. The only time he established eye contact was at the end of each song. He commented that The Birds’ Lament is one of his favourite songs.


Then my pianist left the room. And all hell broke loose. Jkjk. All hell almost broke loose. I nearly broke down from sheer nervousness. The last thread connecting me to all people familiar had been broken! Now, I was alone in the room with a male examiner whose name I did not know. I didn’t even know which country he was from. And I totally screwed up Molihua. The most embarrassing thing happened. I couldn’t reach my lowest note. Maybe you people have nightmares about… I don’t know, sleeping through the GSS? My worst nightmare (though I haven’t actually dreamt it) is having one of my notes crack while singing. It has only ever happened twice in the last 4 years, and only during choir practice, NEVER during a performance. *WAILS and beats at her chest in grief like a gorilla* It was sheer awfulness. I should have sung the song a semitone higher! I almost fell over when the examiner commented at the end that “the range for this song is rather wide, isn’t it? Even though it’s in E flat major, the notes are rather low, hmm? …Although the high notes were lovely.”

And no thanks to that horrifyingly stupendous failure, I screwed up pretty much everything else too. Halfway through my sight-singing test, I blinked, sang one note too early, sang the next one wrongly, forgot which bar I was at, and got the last two bars wrong. And almost fainted when he said, “…the rhythm eh?” I was watching his mouth move and not hearing anything till the last three words. Whoops. Ya know, like one of those movies where someone feels so embarrassed everyone’s laughter is in slow-mo? Mm-hm.

Then I blanked out when I had to sing a short melody from memory, which was played on the spot, as part of my aural test. It’s called a cumulative effect. Knock down one domino, knock down the rest. Screw up one segment, screw up the rest. And I probably clapped part of the rhythm wrongly too. Oh boy.

Ah well. I’m the kind of person who keeps the best for last. If there are three dishes on my plate for dinner, I eat my favourite last. Hence, I always share the bad news first. On to the good stuff! :)

I would like to thank God for answering some of my very specific prayers. I asked for my sight-singing test to be a score in major key, because I knew I was likely to freak out and sing all the accidentals wrongly. And I received! It was such an easy score I hummed it perfectly during the 30 seconds I was given to try it out. Also, I asked God for the latter part of my test to be in three-time, since that is the only time signature I can accurately identify, having difficulty differentiating between two- and four-time. So, God answered. The short piece played by the examiner was easily identifiable as 20th century and in three-time.

So, whether or not I get that Distinction I was vying for, I am grateful to God for answering my prayers. He let me know that He was there with me through all my anxiety. If I get a Distinction, I’ll know He’s granting me a personal miracle. If I get Merit, I’ll just work harder for the next exam. To God be the glory, the best is yet to be!

(Haha maybe it seems cheesy to use the school’s motto, but hey, it fits!)

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