Eeep!

My recital jury is in less than 2 weeks, actually, it's a week from this Friday at 9:30am (yuck). The unaccompanied piece that I'm playing isn't being nice to me at all. More on that to come if I can't get it together and I feel like bitching. It's pretty much my fault because I fall into the trap of "if it's hard don't practice it as often" it just hasn't gotten the appropriate play time like the other pieces have.

Another piece that I'm playing lacks emotion, and that's all that's wrong with it. It's a romatic era piece, meaning that there's a tempo, but it's rubato as all hell, and I get to play around with it and break every tempo rule that's been pounded into my head the past 4 years and schmooze it up. I got told to put my heart on the line, something I'm not good at when it comes to music. If I remember correctly, the roommates refer to me as the emotionless bitch, but honestly people only see emotion from me if they're really really really really close to me, i.e. family and the better half, and even that is limited. I then got told to fill it with drama, and then told my professor that drama is something I vow to stay away from, and I'm pretty successful. Each time he said a statement like that I couldn't help but to laugh, but it looks like I get to learn to put my heart right out there on a plate, begging to be torn apart and eaten by a bunch of ravenous wolves, better yet...ice weasels, both better known as the brass faculty :P