I have an audition. I'm not actually certain what time it's supposed to be. I have to show up at 11am and they'll figure out when they want me to go. Haha, I hope I don't have to wait all day. I've been awake since 7am. I went to bed early. And I just couldn't help it. I woke up. So...I ran through my pieces like 3 times each. And they are solid. My reeds are good. I personally don't think it matters what reed I play. No matter what I'll sound like me. I'm very happy. But I know that I'll feel even better when it's over.

Right now I'm picturing Italy. Bike rides with bottles of wine in the basket and a loaf of bread and fruit. And in my back pack I would have a book, a magazine, an ipod (once I buy one), a baggie of grapes and apple, an Italian dictionary, a pen and a notebook, a camera, and some music. And I won't forget my bathing suit and sunscreen. And I can imagine rehearsals. I can imagine the heated performances on sweet Italian nights, whatever those are like. I can imagine swimming and thinking "This is just like America." I can see myself making my first call to my parents from Italy. And I just know what they'll say.

I can picture this summer. And I just know it's going to be great!