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.)
