Last night I dreamed about a kid, tall
With big curly orange-yellow hair–
Auditioning for a school where I taught, and all
His rep was soprano bel canto. There
We’re colleagues there I’d never met, and I told
Them I thought the student would do better singing
Mezzo. When I asked him to change keys, he fold-
ed his arms over his chest and started wringing
His hands. His brow furrowed and flushed. I said,
“I know this isn’t how you planned this to go,
But we just want to help you be you. Instead
Of stratospheric stuff, let’s look at something low.
I woke up before we could make the change,
For me though, I’m paying attention to my range.
