Before I entered the second heat, I secured myself a singing teacher, but I hadn't been able to have any lessons before I performed that night.
After the second heat, I started my singing lessons and we discussed what to sing for the show and we decided on “O Mio Babbino Caro” and “Pie Jesu,” my teacher put me through my paces and I practised diligently at home, again with my microphone and stand, and also with my microphone, speakers and laptop. I decided on wearing my white dress with my white headband and Mum did my hair for me. I did my make up and then I was all ready to go.
The pub was unusually full this time, and I came to realise that students from the local college had entered, meaning that there were a total of three rock bands.
As usual, I sat in my usual seat with my grandparents and watched the other acts perform. The talent there that night was outstanding it was definitely the most toughest competition I had ever performed in. And all too soon, it was my turn, and I was wondering how a classical crossover singer would go down with these rock bands and pop singers, although there was a young girl with a beautiful musical theatre style voice and another young woman with a lovely old-fashioned voice.
As my music started up, I took a deep breath and started to sing. This time, I made sure to make eye contact with the judges and to show emotion and passion in not only my voice, but in my face too, as well as remembering what my singing teacher had taught me. By this point, I had only had two lessons.
After my songs had finished, the host, Rachael, approached me and the judges gave their comments. Again. I got some really great comments, and they made me really happy. They remarked on the vast improvement in my voice and how I believed in what I was singing.
I left the stage on a high and then a few more acts performed and then it was time for the judges to tally up the scores.
During the interval, I chatted with some people who had come up to congratulate me, and I went over to the woman with the old fashioned voice, Frances, and I congratulated her and we wished each other good luck.
Now, the last two times I sang at the pub, there has been a keyboard player there, his name is Ivor, and I mentioned him in my last blog post. Ivor has entered every single heat of Southsea's Got Talent, taking on board the judge's comments and taking on song requests for them and playing them at the next heat.
In fact, his determination is so great, that he is now the official mascot for the talent show, meaning that he gets to play there every month but will not get judged, and I think that's great.
While Ivor played the keyboard, the judges decided on the three acts which would go through to the semi-finals in September. When they had made their decisions, Rachael called for quiet. The first act to be called out were the only duo, and I applauded and cheered along with the rest. The second act was “Lauren Jaymes,” and I started to clap only for my mouth to drop open. I truly thought that a mistake had been made because Rachael had pronounced my name as “Lara,” and there was another act with the same name, however, her surname was completely different.
The third act to be announced was one of the three rock bands, and I cheered for them, as well.
That signalled the end of the talent show, so my grandparents and I mingled amongst the crowd for a while. All four of the judges congratulated me, as did Rachael and many of the audience members. I chatted to several of the contestants and we all wished each other luck.
After a little more chatting, it was time to head home, as it was getting late. My parents were elated, as was I, now that the shock had worn off.
Until next time,