It's that time of year again...I need to find an accompanist for Trip's all-state audition. Why the terror? First--true confession time--I hate making phone calls. No, it's not hate; it's fear. Deep, crippling, all-consuming fear. Second, I procrastinate because of that fear, and there is probably no one available at such short notice. Third, I hate making phone calls to non-English-speaking households. Hey, I love my international friends...I just can't understand their families over the phone, and when dealing with dates, places and pieces of music, you need to be sure all is understood. Maybe it's a hearing thing; maybe it's old age, but it seems to get worse all the time.
Whew...I just called his first choice, and there was no answer. I left a message. Let's hope she gets back to us tonight with good news so I don't have to make more calls.
Update: Got her! So glad that's over!