I had voice lessons yesterday and afterward came home and played the soundtrack to the musical, The Secret Garden (I have a crush on Mandy Patinkin).
So I was singing along a bit idly, but then I got to the song where Archibald Craven is missing his dead wife and I suddenly started BAWLING. Seriously!
So then I composed myself and I was singing along and then I got to the song where Mary asks her uncle for a garden plot to plant seeds in, and he’s lamenting that the one thing she really needs that he can’t give her is a home, and again I started wailing! And not pretty little tears but heaving, choking, ugly sobby things.
And the whole time my mind was going, “Why in the world am I crying????”
I think my hormones are whacked out because of my pre-menopause. Then again, Captain Caffeine accused me the other day that I’m blaming everything on the pre-menopause, but hey, if I’ve got an excuse, why not use it?
Oh and yes, I’m loving my voice lessons so far! I’m really learning a lot about how to more effectively use my voice.
So I was singing along a bit idly, but then I got to the song where Archibald Craven is missing his dead wife and I suddenly started BAWLING. Seriously!
So then I composed myself and I was singing along and then I got to the song where Mary asks her uncle for a garden plot to plant seeds in, and he’s lamenting that the one thing she really needs that he can’t give her is a home, and again I started wailing! And not pretty little tears but heaving, choking, ugly sobby things.
And the whole time my mind was going, “Why in the world am I crying????”
I think my hormones are whacked out because of my pre-menopause. Then again, Captain Caffeine accused me the other day that I’m blaming everything on the pre-menopause, but hey, if I’ve got an excuse, why not use it?
Oh and yes, I’m loving my voice lessons so far! I’m really learning a lot about how to more effectively use my voice.
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