Ah, nostalgia...

Watching last night's Glee made me nostalgic for my show choir days. I broke out my old sheet music and tried out my audition song. Well, both of them, because I had a couple. I usually did better when singing "On My Own" from Les Mis. Anyway, I found out my kitchen has great acoustics, and my voice is not what it used to be. In college I was singing with some sort of choir at least 3 times a week, and sometimes taking voice lessons on top of that. Now, other than singing in the car, I don't get much practice in, certainly nothing that really stretches my range. (Though "45" by Shinedown is a surprisingly good vocal workout...)

(Evidence of my show choir days. Yes, that's me. I swear.)

I know I have the dress and shoes, now I feel like going up in the attic and digging through my boxes to see if I still have the boa...