Slacking Lesson

I totally went to my second singing lesson on Saturday. I stood in the middle of a room while a sassy woman sat behind a piano and yelled at me to open my mouth wider. If that sounds exciting, you are mistaken. I am now armed with scales that I'm supposed to practice for half an hour a day. I'm a bit worried about this because historically I absolutely suck at practicing anything that isn't fun.

My classical guitar lessons when I was a kid consisted of me constantly having to lie that I had practiced during the week. I pretty much have to be tricked into practicing by it being a lot of fun, which is how I got to be a decent typist and not too bad at Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4.

We will see.

Bradrant