In the meantime, I find myself back at Square 1: learning notes. I feel that familiar impatience rising in me - I'm always in such a hurry to get to the fun part, the rehearsing and staging of music I've already internalized....bringing a character to life.
I suppose it's harder, given the glow I feel when remembering the final product of Lucia. But I do remember being at this stage with her, too.
I wish the rest of my responsibilities would just go away, so that I can concentrate on Romilda. I have a meeting Friday, and I have a feeling it will take at least a couple weeks for me to extricate myself from the adult choir, for them to accept it, for the new system to get established. After 3 years there, I have to really fight to keep it from taking over my life. But I am determined to do this on my own terms. As my beloved G. herself said, "you can settle into a church job when you're 57, like me. But now is the time to devote to your God-given talent. Anyone can just sing, but not everyone can do what you do."
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