A mighty chorus

It was imperative I did well. I had to be in this chorus. I can't remember what it was for exactly, but I HAD to make the cut.

My Grandmother and her eldest sister who we call Memaw were the judges. In real life, as neither can hear, I could do terribly and they'd still love it *smiles*

But as I stood before them, I gathered all my nervous nerves and began doing scales... which sounded like they were being done under water. I begged off sinus drainage and they allowed me to come back another day, but time was short.

The days passed and others tried out and I tried to ditch the juicy sound I had when I began to sing. In real life, I can't carry a tube in a bucket, even if it was helping me carry the bucket.

The last day to try out came and it was sink or swim. I went in, still nervous as hell, and began my scales; they were beautiful.

I could have never done this in real life, but that's the joy of dreams, right? It ended just after I started the scales, though something tells me I made the cut. Yay!