I’m taking voice class.
I only have this video because our professor requires us to record ourselves and watch it back. It’s not a suggestion, it’s a requirement, stated in the course syllabus from before day one. He enforces it by having us submit links to our in-class performances and even fill out a vocal performance review on ourselves. It’s torture.
I think my professor and peers are out to get me.
Being that my phone is out of storage, one of my classmates so kindly and swiftly placed her phone on the music stand to record my practice performance. Swift, she was… Jury’s still out of the kind part.
Why was she as eager to capture my in-class session with the course accompanist? We hadn’t met for class since last week; why did she even remember that my phone is out of storage?! I know I have a tendency to dramatize possibilities and overanalyze, but is that not a bit of cause for alarm?
Is it possible that she wants evidence of how my vocals are able to cause anguish, in the event that I ever go into singing professionally and have any sort of success? Does she want to have receipts? She can’t sing, she’ll tell people, look.
Before anyone can out me, I’m outing myself!
It’s possible that my singing voice has zero potential of developing a quality sound or beautiful tone. LUCKILY, my mother was very clear about that fact. (It was a fact to her, singing is not for you, my baby). It is thanks to her, primarily, that I never ended up on American Idol or somewhere real-life delusional, sounding like a screeching cat thinking I’m all that. If ever singing was in my field of dreams, it was chopped down with an axe. Okay?! Don’t worry, I am not taking music classes to pursue a career in music. I am not learning to sing to become a singer. I’m doing it for enjoyment.
Okay, it’s seven minutes until midnight and I’ve been ripping and running since my 8am class, which is Photography, btw. You see? I just be doing shit.