a twelve and a half hour drive home while memorizing "Allmächt'ger Vater" from Rienzi and "Come un bel di di maggio" from Andrea Chenier. A lot of words. A LOT.
I am preparing for my lesson on the 6th and, ultimately singing for two agents next month. This also comes into the though of do I just want to give this up and find a job that actually pays me for the work I do? Ah, there's the rub.
The problem for me is that singing and acting are gifts/calling from God to me. I cannot get past that, no matter how hard I try. For Pete's sake, I am fro bloody podunk Alabama. Why am I where I am? I guess I should just be white trash living in a trailer park or some Baptist minister. But no. I was given this charge....
And it means the world to me. I can be myself, learn more about myself, yada yada. It's like God, If I could quit Him, I would. But I just can't.
One review called my tenor "Resplendent." Well, if it is, it's due to Him...
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