Kaoreii Wrote:I come up on trouble with that, too. High notes are the death of me.
I might (read: somebody might make me ) enter. Maybe. If my perfectionism doesn't make me want to stab my eyes out. Or rip out my vocal cords. Or both.
That's my problem, too. I've got a piece picked out, but I'm a perfectionist. My voice is nowhere near as reliable as my cello, so it all sounds horrible to me. Plus I don't have anyone to kick me and tell me to do it anyway.
But I shall keep the Bach warmed up for the next contest.
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