So I will admit this post is a bit of a ramble, but I've watch 72 minutes of Megavideo already, so let's pass the time
I got to a school that is on the IB program. I don't know if anyone else has experienced/ is experiencing this but it's basically 4 years of high school where you get a score out of 7 for a set variety of subjets. In your last year of it before you are freed into your senior schooling (year 11 and 12 here) you are forced to complete a 'personal project' in order to get a certificate that basically says you managed to keep your eyes open for the past 4 years.
The only good thing about this project is that you can choose whatever topic you want within reason. Being the musically inclined person I decided to use the topic of music and the mind. As part of the project you need to create a product to show what you researched actually stuck. So I wanted to write and record a song. Now I'm no singer so I asked a few of my friends who had amazing voices if they would want to partake. Thankfully they said yes. After I had written the song I gave them about 2 weeks to learn it with the backing track after instruction of how it should be sung. We then went to one of the singer's music teachers to record the song. That's where I found out that they hadn't practiced the song and the hour lesson was spent trying to memorize the lyrics infront of them.
Skip forward a few weeks to the last weekend before the whole project is due. I have written that I completely finished the product vocals and all
which I admit wasn't my smartest moment seeing as I was planning to record the vocals on that weekend. So by this time I only have one singer because the other one has prior commitments AKA her job which is fair enough. I was happy at this point to spend a couple of hours with the other friend to get the lyrics down. The morning before the day I was supposed to record I got an email saying that she was bussy all weekend including friday night. Not happy. I was then left to either change my completed essay or sing myself. I chose the latter because apparently I don't like writing all that much. After many hours of frustration and vocal effects on garageband with a bit of autotune thrown in I managed to complete the song to a level where your eyes wouldn't drop off listening to it. I'm also still claiming in my essay that it was my friends singing, to save what little dignity I have left.
I'm usually against autotune, and if this was an important project I would have been pissed at my friend, but I still think I managed to find a good excuse for it this time around.
The end /end rant /wow that's a lot of words