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Musical Enlightenment

Tonight I went to see two of my favorite performers. I sit in the club and I listen with all of my senses fully aware of what's happening. I am never more alive as when I am in an audience watching a performance by someone I really like. It is almost like a religious experience. All of my senses are heightened and I feel that for a split second anything in the world possible. It's as if I'm three years old and I am seeing the movie Annie all over again. I want to do this more than anything in the world. I want it so bad I don't even breathe while they are singing. I come home all high and gitty. My mind starts to scheme, how can I do that? What do I have to do to be that good? I want to do for others what the performer has just done for me .



I recently tasted how good this can be with my performance at the Duplex. I could feel a few moments where I actually had the crowd. I was so to speak "Working It". I got caught up in the emotions of the words, the moment and the feeling in the room. It was so delicious I had trouble continuing to produce sound. It was so totally exhilarating that I can not compare that to anything else I have done. I find I can come into my own in these small moments and let people see the real me with all of my vulnerabilities and strengths at once.



I will continue to strive for the musical brilliance as my favorite performers posses. I will listen in awe and delight as I try to become better. But when am I allowed to practice this while I juggle every other academic aspect of my life? I know there are many ways I can inspire, and I want to try to do them all along the way. I can only hope for time, patience and my devoted family and friends to help me along the way to get to my dreams!

Keep singing like no one is listening and don't forget to Live, Laugh, Love and Be Happy!
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