Screech Therapy

Today at work I received a surprise phone call from my Speech Therapist. She had called to rearrange an appointment. As soon as she identified herself my calm phone manner deserted me. All I could think of was what my voice was sounding like on the other end.
I am supposed to practice and concentrate on improving my voice. I am of course hopeless at this. I have the concentration span of a ...... (now I'm too busy thinking of a clever clever metaphor instead of completing this post thereby proving my point!), My practice seems to start the morning I realise I have a session, so I rehearse desperately in the car on the way! It's just like when I used to do my homework on the bus to school, rushed, ill thought out and a bit all over the place. Anyway in trying to impress my Therapist, my voice undulated erratically. Instead of a nice sing-song feminine lilt, it had the quality of one of those screechy tone deaf X-Factor / American Idol auditionees!
Anyway just like the teachers marked on that homework, I must try harder. My therapist is a fantastic lady and I must not waste the opportunity