Video: Ella Fitzgerald sings Summertime
Confession: When I have a client meeting, or when I have to present to a big crowd of folks, and I get all jittery and nervous, I sing.
Alone. To myself. In my hotel room. As I'm getting ready: ironing, showering, primping.
It's easier than worrying about how things will go. It focuses me better than walking through the pitch or the presentation does. And it warms up my voice so that it doesn't crack (too badly) when I first say "hello."
Summertime is the song I sing. Sometimes Blue Skies, but mostly Summertime, even if it's the dead of winter.
Because it's, well, just listen to that lyric. (And no: of course I don't sing it anywhere near like Ella. But isn't that something?)