Pitches, Pitches.

As a few friends have informed me, I really need to update this blog. A lot has happened since my last post. I'm a college student at Northeastern University now, living in Boston and dealing with things like weird accents and crazy snowstorms. I've been taking one music class per semester. First it was Music Industry 1- where I learned all about a lot of boring (but probably important) rules and regulations of the industry. I could probably draft a publishing contract, and I have memorized copyright law and registration procedures. Let's be real, the content was awful. This semester, I'm taking "Making a Musical," and it's one of the hardest classes I have. I am constantly seeing shows and writing up analytical essays, writing lyrics to weird songs (about snow, turtles, etc.), and studying the history of Broadway. Nobody told me classes about music would be so insane/intense. On a much more important note, I am in an all female a'capella group called Pitch, Please! (exclamation point included). I stumbled into this group (by way of kidnapping), and after a stressful audition in September, I was in. I'm not sure I realized how taxing or exhilarating the world of a'capella could be. If anybody has seen Pitch Perfect... that is my life. In fact, we were accepted (by form of audition video) into the ICCA's (International Championship of Collegiate A'capella) this fall, and the competition is this Saturday. I've been at 4-hour rehearsals every night this week. We have a 12 minute set planned--with a lot of choreography included. There's so much more to a'capella than singing. First, these girls are amazing. They are all talented and gorgeous and they're becoming my best friends. There is no better feeling than nailing a song onstage with these girls by my side. Tonight, we finished rehearsal with our signature song "Titanium." It was a productive night, and we felt so good we were jumping up and down by the end of the song, all laughter and smiles. Then, there are the outfits. We wear black and gold, and have these unbelievable golden sparkly pumps that are about 6 inches tall. We've learned to love them, and force ourselves to sing in them every rehearsal. The first day, we only lasted 7 minutes. One girl Caitlin kept getting foot cramps, and our toes were turning blue. Now, we stay in them for hours on end.. but I'm convinced it hurts just as bad. Lastly, there's the dancing. I am proud to be a "featured dancer," meaning I (and a couple other girls) have these awesome dance breaks in the middle of our set. It's a little unconventional, but we're a brand new all-female group, so I guess we're just trying to make a name for ourselves. Anyway, the heels make the dances virtually impossible, and we've all had our fair share of stumbles. So right now, it's 3AM post-rehearsal, and I should be getting some sleep before Saturday. I'm getting over laryngitis, and I want to be able to actually sing. But I'll be around. 'Till next time.