I put in a CD a few minutes ago, one I haven't listened to in probably a year or so. I am singing along, coughing in between songs still, but it feels good to give these old vocal folds a decent workout. Sunday morning the praise band slammed a few of my favorite songs, but none were too challenging on my still healing throat. What a difference a few years makes - in May 2000, I stood terrified to sing my first and only vocal jury... stomach full of knots and palms leaving sweat prints on the curve of the piano as I hung on for dear life. I wasn't supposed to be a singer. Turns out I am one, and it feels good. Sunday will bring a solo, and I'm ready.
tune it with your face!
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*and by "slammed", I mean we sounded awesome.
what a testiment!
Wish we could be there to HEAR you SLAM it on Sunday!!!!! I love to hear you sing!!!!!!!!!!!!! plm
And I am not supposed to be a singer and I am really not one!
Yay for singing!
HI ENFJ! Funny. :)
Okay, third time's the charm... hopefully! I wrote that you are a classically trained singer, and that should be all that you need! Good luck on Sunday :)
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