Sometimes I am in awe of what a feat it is to make a beautiful sound come out of one's mouth as an opera singer. It takes coordination, physical work and mental focus. Not to mention a lot of chutzpah. And a little bit of crazy.
I say this because I had one of those "aha" moments in my voice lesson yesterday with a great piece of early Verdi (and a lot of vocalises). I feel as if I am just now learning how to breathe, even though I thought I knew before. I think I probably always knew how, but never really felt the physical work that it takes. Or maybe I'm just learning it in a completely different way.
I am on a roll with singing right now: practicing 6 out of 7 days, attempting to focus on characters when I'm riding the subway, listening to works in progress on my Ipod, and diligently listening to the recordings of my lessons any chance I can. There is a readiness in my body and mind that I haven't felt before. I hope that this is a good sign. For the fall, I will have a good package together, I will put together a professional recording to send out, and hit the auditions in the fall with gusto. I am in my prime and people would be crazy not to hire me, right? I'm still a little afraid sometimes, but I can't let that rule me. Although a little late, I came to New York for a reason. And I have to keep on focusing until I get what I came for.
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