About 20-30 minutes into my practice session I hear banging on my wall. Yes. Wall. I took that as a hint that I had had a minor brain lapse and was singing louder than I had intended so I chose to ignore it and continue singing at a significantly lower volume. I even sang most everything down an octave! Another 10 minutes, more banging. I thought about banging back but I decided that was not in my best interest. Instead I sent a message to my pianist friend and asked if he knew a place that we could practice and not disturb anyone.
I met him in a large room on the first floor of the church he lives in. Knowing the layout of the building, we figured that we wouldn't disturb anyone if we practiced there. We ran through a few songs until someone felt the need to actually come find us and tell us to be quiet. Needless to say, I was extremely unhappy with the untimely end of my practice session. Here's hoping the motivation will continue in the morning!
For now I leave you with a very important piece of advice:
NEVER tell a soprano to stop singing.