This, of course, was the reason I went to NYC, so here goes. I was auditioning for an opera coach training program at a prestigious summer festival. I turned in paperwork, signed up for the waitlist, and about a month before the audition, got a slot. I got the address, verified it on Googlemaps, found reviews of it online, and was ALL SET YO.
(Now, I did something kind of stupid here, so at the risk of tarnishing my image of perfection, I choose to lay my mistake open in hopes it will benefit future generations. I’m sullying myself for you, my children. You’re welcome.)
Normally, I have a strict preparation policy: when I have an audition, performance, interview, meeting, etc., I scope out the area first. I prefer going the day before, but sometimes it’s just hours before. Anyway, I pre-trace the route I will take from wherever I will be coming from, just in case something weird happens or there’s something I need to take note of. It helps in new situations; I did it at grad school auditions. I should have done it here. But here was my reasoning: my hotel was only three streets over, it would be a ten/fifteen minute walk, and on Googlemaps, it looked perfectly simple.
It was only when I showed up to the spot that I discovered: nothing. No studio. No sign. 250 W 54th was there, but it was definitely not Nola Studios. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
I was twenty minutes early, so I bolted back to my hotel to double-check the address – it was the same – and bolted back (not sure what to do). There was a gym at 246, so in a desperate last-ditch attempt to save my audition (for which I was already a minute late now), I poked my head in and asked. Thank God the guy at the counter was able to help. Dear guy at counter: if I’m ever back in Manhattan and I find you, your next beer is on me.
For anyone who’s curious, Nola Rehearsal Studios is NOT at 250 W 54th. It is at 244. Learn from my panic.
So I managed to get there. Since musicians are absolutely incapable or running anything on time – don’t even fight me on this, because I am right, and I will CUT YOU like Bon Qui Qui – I was actually about two minutes early. They had already given my slot to someone else, so I agreed to keep hers, since it gave me a chance to calm down, catch my breath and put on my high heels.
The audition itself was pretty basic. I was the only person there auditioning for coaching. I went in with the three excerpts they had asked for; sang one and just played the other two. I did okay; I was still a little rattled, but I played fine, stayed with the conductor, and was smart enough to start with the Boheme excerpt, my strongest, which I sang well. It went fine. I could tell the auditioners were tired, since it was the end of a long day, but they were very nice and I walked out with the calm of I think that went well.
The moral of the story: double-check things in person. Shockingly, sometimes the Internet gets things wrong.
Dear Googlemaps, Nola Rehearsal Studios and the [name of] Opera Theater Center Department: Fuck you all for almost ruining my audition by making it NOT WHERE YOU ALL SAID IT WAS.