They work me in early, and I sing a cut from "I'm Not Afraid of Anything" (Songs for a New World), a song I remember Alicia Doyl recommending to me my freshman year at Whitworth. Turns out, the song and I are a really good match. :) The room is tiny--a glorified closet, really--and despite my enthusiasm and gratitude for the chance to sing, I almost cringe at the thought of being in their position. Voices like mine are not meant for small rooms. Sorry, lovely people behind the table.
They have me read a side in the role of Hope (when she's tied up and telling it straight to Bobby), and I even get a couple laughs. Sweet. Cheesy, satirized ingenue. Eat your heart out.
I scurry home and swap out my dress and heels for shorts and a blanket and make my way to Central Park. Tonight is a free New York Philharmonic concert on the Great Lawn. It's insane how many people are here. The upside to going solo in this city is that one little person can squeeze her way into some small spots. Which is exactly what I do. I find my own little square of grass and make myself at home amidst the mob of classical music lovers. The show is fantastic. The Shanghai Symphony is here, too, with guest performances from some of Asia's greatest opera stars. I call Patti and leave a message on her phone, with a soprano solo in the background, of course. Wish she could be here. :)
Around 9:00, the concert begins to wrap up, and the fireflies come out. SO pretty! That's one East Coast thing I wish we had at home. They still surprise me, and every time I see them, I think of the Owl City song and Whitworth and all my friends...and how much I miss everyone already. Love you. :)