improve my singing

I know how to use my diaphragm now. And I’m auditioning for the school musical. Woot! I don’t expect anything, but at least my chances of getting a part are better than they were before, yeah? I’m glad.

Amazingly enough, I used to think I could sing. Because it was better than my sister’s off-key singing. That… was when I was eight. Then my voice got higher and I couldn’t sing America’s national anthem without switching octaves in the middle. I was devastated. Two years later, at a trip to Costa Rica, I heard some other girls listening to their iPods and singing. Well. You can imagine how this crushed my spirits.

My piano teacher has been giving me and my sister substantial singing lessons since the piano level tests include Aural testing (singing from script, etc). And I have to use sofaname (I’m sure I butchered the spelling of that! Oh well). The result? A bucketload of bad singing every time I’m in the car with my sister, and all in the notes “Do Re Mi”.

Even then, I could still sing with pride in my own bathroom and bedroom… until my mom caught me singing at my dad’s office.

“How did you know it was me?” I asked dumbly.

My mom rolled her eyes. “You were singing.”