I Want to be a Prima Donna
Oh, not really. You see, “I Want to be a Prima Donna, Donna, Donna” is a great old Victor Herbert warhorse that every soprano diva I know simply must have in her repertoire. It’s a great, crowd-pleasing encore number.
And it’s been STUCK in my head for a week. Seriously!
Yes, I’ll be singing it later this spring, so I suppose the mental loop might just be a bit of advance rehearsal my brain is trying to trick me into. Truth be told, I’m more than a tad bit panicked that I’ll forget the words! I mean, it happened to what’s-her-name at the Super Bowl when she was singing the national anthem, for heaven’s sake. Why couldn’t it happen to me?
I know my subconscious fear is the very reason why the song persists in going round and round in my feeble brain. What if next time it’s ME that forgets the words. In front of two thousand people. Lord help me!
Of course, this is where the old guilt trip rears its ugly head. Back in the day it was ME who always had her opera score memorized first. It was ME who could sing not only my part but the part of everyone else in the cast. At the first rehearsal. Perfectly. Oh, how they would hoot if they saw me now, scrambling to get the words right.
To make matters worse, that cranial loop wouldn’t be so bad if each time it popped into my head, I zipped through it and took my bow. But no-o-o-o-o-o. It gets STUCK! Every time! At the SAME place! Oh me, oh my. I think I’m gonna cry.
But wait. Isn’t that what they invented YouTube for? Yes! I’m going to hop out there right now. I’ll bet there are a dozen…maybe even a hundred…divas out there belting it out. I’ll just crank up the sound and sing along, and the words will get embedded in my brain, coded like digital cue cards in my cranium.
Oh, life is good.
What? What’s that? Did I just hear somebody say, “Na, na, na, na, na, na?”
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