“I just need to get a feel for your voice, so bring whatever you use for auditions.”
Oh, auditions? I’m flattered you think I have the discipline and motivation to throw myself into a life of that kind of overwhelming uncertainty, but no. I just really love to sing and my car arias to and from my 9-6 (plus overtime) job ((with benefits)) isn’t cutting it any more.
I do not possess that discipline. In the year and a half since Penny and I shared our undergraduate final recital, I haven’t taken any measures to improve my musical abilities. In fact I’ve only observed my range and talent slowly shrink. Which is why, starting yesterday, I will be paying way more than my budget allows for classical vocal training on every-other-Wednesday evening. Get ready, Verdi. I’m back!
Though my mother might not understand why I’d blow $170 a month for something that has no bearing whatsoever on my chosen career, I know I’d be unhappy if Singing and I continued to grow apart. Maybe it’s fiscally irresponsible, and maybe I won’t have any outlets to publicly showcase my work, and maybe I’m desperately clinging to those years where I could study one thing and be intensely involved in eighteen other extracurricular pursuits and hope that one day I will find that rare niche where all my talents coincide (if only traveling bards were more in-demand!) but I don’t care. I’m not getting back into voice lessons because I think I have a future in performing. I’m doing this for my soul and no one can tell me not to.