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Hello. This is my first time posting, but I've long taken to this forum as if it were my security blanket. I'm a senior in high school, and a prospective composer. I've passed the prescreening and been invited to interview at the four schools that I've applied to so far (still haven't applied to my safety school *head-desk*)
In the next 4-5 weeks I'll be going to CCM, NEC, Peabody, and Boston Conservatory for interviews. NEC says their interview will last approximately 15 minutes, after which I am free to leave, no further examination whatsoever. Should I take this to mean that they have already assessed my talent/aptitude as a composer, and wouldn't have invited me to interview had they not been confident of my compositional ability with regards to their standards? How many composition applicants typically pass the prescreening and are invited to interview? I know this is a difficult question to answer, but the only ballpark statistics I've found have pertained to Violinists and Sopranos.
If they have already formed opinions about me as a composer, will my acceptance be contingent on the impression I make in the 15-minute interview? I'm really not a people-person. In such anxious situations I'm apt to stare at my feet, and mumble in response to any personal questions they ask me. I wouldn't mind if they fired questions at me about pieces in my portfolio, assuming the questions were about musical/compositional concepts. In truth, I'd rather be given a theory exam or a creative assignment without ever having to confront them.
I guess I just don't know what to expect. This is roughly what I am imagining:
I'm shoved into a dark room, and as I turn around in naive hopes of receiving some sort of consoling gestureperhaps a reassuring nodthe door is slammed in my face. There is a lamp swinging like a pendulum over a sadistic chair located precisely in the center of the room, which I discover is not so much a room as it is a pit. A voice bellows out over the foreboding sound of the faucet drip, "sit," and so I do. I can see the outlines of several looming figures staring down at me from tall desks that make up the walls of the pit. Over the next 15 minutes they unrelentingly fire questions at me, and then boot me out in as tender a manner as they eased me in. (Curtain)
Any sort of advice or hint of what's to come would be appreciated.