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Rehearsal tomorrow

Well, honestly, it's later today, and frankly, I'm very excited about it. It's for Broadway Wishes, which is a benefit concert for the Make-A-Wish Foundation. I'm actually extREMEly excited about this whole affair. I'm going to be singing backup to some pretty cool peeps, including Laura Bell Bundy, Seth Rudetsky, Megan Hilty, and Eden Espinosa to name a few (LOVES the Hilty and Espinosa links!!). I think it's going to be really awesome, since it's exactly the type of thing I want to be doing. I want to sing backup for everything, all types of genres. Travel the world to sing. As a backup singer, you have to be an A-List musician. You have to think quickly on your toes and be able to take something and just be able to do it. I'd also like to do studio work, sing in movies and commercials and such. That way, I could have enough time for a home life. It will always be challenging my musical self, while keeping the other things in life on the radar. At any rate, the music will be very good, and I'm looking forward to meeting new people. The backup group is GOOD! so that's cool and exciting. I'm excited!! :)

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