What to do in a graveyard?

I think on my Facebook fan page I promised to tell about my funny audition and rehearsal last week, and finally now I got around to it, here you go :-) A fun story and hopefully a good lesson for artists about promotion.

On Tuesday afternoon I met the music director of Brannkyrka Kyrka which is just around the corner, for an introduction and to see if my singing is something they can have for a concert or other event.


He greeted me with "So you are Hungarian?" - in the language, and from there on, we spoke in my mother tongue... He turned out to be half-Hungarian, that's how. And I did one song for him, which was from around the village where his family is originated, as we found it out later from his surname...

Isn't coincidence an interesting subject?

And I didn't know then that later in the evening I would go back to this church...

In the night, I was preparing to another audition for the next day and I still had to learn the songs. But it was already late (after 11), which means no singing in the house, my son needed to finish something for his school work and he likes to concentrate when nobody else is around, and I anyway needed to get out and get some fresh air in my lungs - put on my jacket and went out for a walk. Key, card holder in my pocket, stuffed with visit cards and my ID (it's a safe area, but you never know: walking around by yourself, in the middle of the night), plugged the music player of my phone with the songs I had to practice in my ears, set to go.

After checking out the neighboring streets for half an hour or so, listening to the songs and just humming them, I decided I wanted to sing. Where do I do it, so that I don't disturb all the good Swedish people in their sleep?

In the cemetery, of course. Here is one, I already told about my Halloween visit at Midnight...

So I headed toward the church, looked around to see that no houses were close, and finally could get to work.

Perfect. Midnight, dark, cold, in the church graveyard again, not a soul around, just the wind blowing and me singing...

A bit later, I heard steps... coming closer and closer to me... then I heard a man's voice...

Scared yet?

It was a boy, walking his beautiful dog, and asked me why was I singing there, that time. I bet it was not an ordinary phenomenon he experienced :-D

So I explained it to him, we had a little talk, then he went and I continued singing. He turned back after 30 seconds and asked my name. Just for the future, you know, if he would see it on a poster or something...

This is when I give the person a visit card elegantly and tell them that on my website they can listen to more of my songs etcetera, and that's why I have a bunch with me always :-) Even when I go out to the church graveyard all by myself, in the middle of the night...

Andrea Gerak | Promote Your Page Too