Having Weird Dreams So You Can Laugh

So, there I was, auditioning at the Met.  (What can I say--I dream big.)

The curtain on the back of the stage refused to stay closed, so I had to hold it for everyone else who was auditioning, too.  At some point or other, I realized that I should have brought binder clips, because binder clips work quite well for holding curtains closed.  (Why this was my concern and not that of the presumably well-paid stagehands at the Met, I do not know.)  As I held the curtain, I realized that I wasn't even sure what I was singing or how the words or melody went.

When I was finally called, I couldn't find my way through the curtain and had to crawl underneath.  Yes, I was wearing a diva dress at the time.

Once I got out there, I realized that I still didn't know what I was supposed to be singing or how to sing it, but I was handed a score.  Well, that was...nice.  Then I saw that my accompanist (in fact, a friend from school who is, to the best of my knowledge, a vocalist rather than a pianist) was sitting at an organ.  While I knew nothing about the music, I did know that it was supposed to have piano accompaniment.  However, I sight-read the whole shebang reasonably well, though I did have a certain amount of trouble with the Queen-of-the-Night-esque Fs. 

Possibly the weirdest moment of all?

When I realized that I was singing (more recitative-ing, really, which is, for the non-singers out there, a sort of half-speaking/half singing) a synopsis of one of the Terminator films.

Come to think of it, I could see Terminator II being a really cool opera.