Well, I can cross this one off the list. For the first time in years we had a special Christmas service performed by the choir.
Traditional songs were sung by all, with three special solos. The first soloist struggled with a sore throat. The second soloist sounded nice, but rushed a little here and there. Then, there was me.
I soloed “Oh Holy Night.” I worked on it for weeks and felt comfortable with it. At least I thought I did.
The husband attended today’s service. He doesn’t often attend church, making it all the more special. I must have been more intimidated by him than I realized. He told me I wasn’t breathing well.
He knows a little about singing. He spent over 20 years singing around the state with his musician friends. He could hear me go flat as I was running out of air.
He has told me this before, but I don’t know how to correct it. He says I am not breathing correctly. I think it’s more nervousness. I know I get short of breath when I am nervous. The only fix for that is more experience I think.
So, now I need to get more experience.
