So,
those of you who have followed this blog for a while or who have read my book, "Finding My Badass Self," may
recall my singing lesson fiasco. My singing career didn't end on the
fabulous note I always dreamed about. My instructor's evaluation: "Well,
you're very LOUD."
I've often regretted not giving singing another shot. So--why wait any longer?
I just had a conversation with the music director from my high school. I never took a single music class or participated in choir, but she remembered me mostly because I dated her stepson--and she just finished reading my book.
Mrs. Mackey has offered to give me singing lessons. Against her better judgment--and surely against mine--I agreed.* We start next week.
Dear Lord. What have I gotten myself into?
I've often regretted not giving singing another shot. So--why wait any longer?
I just had a conversation with the music director from my high school. I never took a single music class or participated in choir, but she remembered me mostly because I dated her stepson--and she just finished reading my book.
Mrs. Mackey has offered to give me singing lessons. Against her better judgment--and surely against mine--I agreed.* We start next week.
Dear Lord. What have I gotten myself into?
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