Monday, December 8, 2014

Ready

Making a CD is exciting.  My teacher is a producer and said we'd do that.  I just need to know about the money, like Celine Dion getting her CD paid for by someone else at age 12 and then reaping in the payback.

I'm not trying to be the one in a way honestly insofar as I don't feel welcomed ..to be one of the ones.. but because I have a skill people can learn from.  I majored in Music Ed for the same reason.  The top soprano in the world majored in Music Ed.  I was pulled from singing for credit because they announced I was shy.  Aren't people like that sweet?

Redundance

It's like my talent was destroyed or it died.  No one seems to acknowledge my singing peeping in thru the cracks.  I feel like I'm being told no and made to be unexcited as my life caterpillars along.

Not to Blab On

I need my teacher to inspire me to sing.

It'll be a month.

I'm bored of singing in many ways.  I want to do it for the passion.  If I were skinnier, it'd be more exciting, and this diet is quite.  I used to love it a long time.  It's like everyone lost their fire.  I was in choir and piano, so I need something when I sing it seems.  I don't know what to do.  I can't bear to stop.

A Promise Made

My voice teacher said she'd get me back to where I was, and she does.  Haven't seen her in a week.  The inspiration fled, but I have some new recordings.  It takes practice and does take youth.

cont.

I thought Orlando just did Les Miz.

Auditions?!#*%

They all were in season about a month ago for summertime type stuff.  I wish I could have auditioned for Cabaret.  They are even staging Les Miz..  You know, these plays probably don't last that long.  I'd love to shoot for Broadway, but I can't right now.  I am doing something else and I am starting singing lessons in January.  I did well the 1st 1 very quickly-  Can you imagine the tours that last about a year?  And then they never make movie musicals, like another version of The Phantom of the Opera.. what about other fun things like Oklahoma?

Suppertime!

It's sup per time !  dootndoodoo

Story

There was a girl named Christine who was in a yellowish gold dress with stripes up and down it.  She was 11 years old.

She lived in a huge house full of many girls and men who came in to call and slept at different places each night.  They were witches mostly and warlocks/wizards.  There was an angel named Sarah but no cherubs.  She had a long silver robe with a rope around it that was a rich sparkling blue.  She had a beautiful voice.  There were no elves, hobbits, dwarves, but there were giant fairies who were thin but like Sarah had no wings.  They tended to have an easy time hopping around.  One favorite fairy of many was purple and her name was Ellen.  She was quick on her feet and always there with a joke.  She was touching and wonderful all at once!

So, they went on a dream journey that Christine wanted one day.  They went to the mountains.  They had caravans ready, but this was a chance to get in touch with nature and possibly learn more magic in the making.  They knew how to set up camp in safe places.  The trip was to last a week tops.  A pack of the girls who were around 9 sang much of the way up.  It was happy music from a musical.

The weather was actually warm but still exciting.  It made their hair glow and sparkle in the light.

There was a lakeside, not quite like the bay at home.  The girls who were 9 and 10 sat along this one.  Christine came and sat with them in a white and yellow frock with a fluffy white shirt under with a big collar.  Her brown hair blew in the breeze.  It wasn't as light as the other girls's.

They were safe on the little "island."

"Maa maa!" one of the little girl witches called.  A few witches came.  She was hungry.  They held her hands as she held the fishing rod to to spear a fish.  They roasted and toasted and hosted and boasted.  The rest of them gathered food.  The men went with them to ward off any animals that may wander.

Night fell before morning came, they fell asleep playing a game, but not Christine, the fair maiden wander.  She called for a guy this time down yonder.  His name was Eric.  He was 16.  He was in green pants and a striped green and white blouse.  She showed him some glitter in the water, and they didn't know what this glowing find was.  She walked away from him and then turned around.  She decided to go back to bed and he gave her a pat.  She sat down next to the other girls who were 11 and 12.

Morning came, evening followed, the 2nd day.  Now, came the time to pay.  They hunted a bear and they gave it a tear.  What good food was to be found there.  Christine brought back some spices and had her meat like a sushi.  She was not too pushy for she liked it gushy and he handled it readily for she was not mushy  Mush!  Mush!  The dogs would all push!  Christine dreamt of one day finding meat out in the cold and eating it warm and toasty with a pack to carry her far to the land of the snow, which became the place to go.

One of the girls there began to cry.  Her tears were many and did not dry.  As much as she comforted her, it was a wasted try.  So, she said to the little girl good bye.

She took off her clothes and found a pond, a place of which she was very fond.  She dipped her toes in, and her feet were not frozen.  The water was cool, and it was quite a pool.  She waded in and waited for a duel.  She adorned herself with a wreath of of leafs.  Long leaves from a tree she said was for me.  She did not look naked and she was grateful.  What was his name, oh yes it was Eric.  He dove right in like a water ferret.  She waded away and turned to say, "I did not expect to see you again, today."

"The other girls are forming a party, they are feeling good and in uniform surely."

"That is nice, to break the ice."

Christine listened longingly to what was around.  She could hear distant shreaks from deep in the ground

She spent the day wading away.  Eric left and then he returned.  He said that the chef and made a request to come back and eat and warm her feet.

She looked at the boy and thought of her friends, why did he follow her around the bend?

The food was great, the chef's top rate.

A girl asked where Christine had been.  She answered that she was with a friend.  She joked and spoke about the pleasure, which could be felt by the measure.  It was purely for pleasure and leisure.  She took her down even at night.  She helped her undress and took her flight.  They felt very much like fairies.  Now, Christine from a little girl long ago was set up in a pirates's boat of row.  She was a pirate but tried to forget all the prejudices she had met.  The girl with her held her hand and strived to be just like her friend.  Finally came the purple fairy who was a bit upset quite fairly.

They trotted back and joined the pack.  The little girl strength she lacked-

I think it was day 4, and it started to pour, little beads from Heaven the environment it did leaven.  They made a tent, that is where they went.

Money made is money spent.

The rain cleared up, and it began to glow, a beautiful, big, nice, bright, great rainbow.

The girls who were 9 and under danced around.  Christine laughed at the little clowns.  Their things they all began to gather, to stay Miss Christine really did rather.  For some reason things attracted them to go.  They left as though it began to snow.  For they were not ready for that which was heavy.  The ice they liked, but they did not get yet right?

They scurried and hurried as though it had flurried.

Finally, they were back, the whole lethargic pack.  It brought out of them their true desires, they fell back home as though they had been fired.

Christine missed the great outdoors, was sick of being a pirate, wanted something new to do.  The other pirates still they row.  The danger could only begin to grow.  As the waves would toss 2 and fro.  She felt like she was in the water.  Of the sea she was a daughter.

TV

I woke up, ate, jogged, showered, ate, sang a little, and watched Ellen.

She seems to be doing well discovering herself.

The little boy was so sweet.  Ellen gave him a nice surprise, something anyone might like to see..

The lady seemed okay, probably wanted to be skinnier but was just that way for awhile and wanted to be more womanly in a way.  I think she was just being self-conscious.

The people she met in the audience were cute.

I liked the people in pale white shirts with like green embellishments, more than one.

The college girls were too sweet.  I see one of them seemed like the princess and was a sweet girl, very pretty.  They were in NY somewhere.  It's so responsible of them to watch Ellen together each day.  I hope they remember to keep a blog, too!  They can post about the show!  It's something anyone would know to do.  I guess some people would be self-conscious.

Laundry

I've done lots.

TV

I'm watchin' today, now!  Wooo Hooo!

TV

I haven't caught up on TWR Ellen Show.  Don't depend on me to watch this week because I have something planned.  I might watch anyway, but don't depend on it.  I hope to watch last week's.  I don't know what to do now.  I was practicing.  I woke up, ate, jogged, showered, ate, sang a little, and here I am.  Ellen will be on soon, but sometimes I watch at night.  I don't have much to do, but we'll see.  I might watch.  Do I still like it?  I more want to become famous myself by practicing.  I probably need some advice because I tend to like to lounge around, tho in college I 1st was practicing music and stuff mostly, did exercise about 5 days a week for 1/2 hour - 1 hour.  After I was taken out of my program, I tended to need to and enjoy walking a long time.  My credit load was too full, but I felt pressured to keep it even when I was told to lower it.

Story

There was a house full of witches.  There was an angel named Sarah.  Her daughter was Traci.  She was 13 years old!

Also in the place was a girl who was 20 named Christine.

They lived in a nice town full of witches and handsome men who could also play around with "magic" there....

One day, there was a big caravan out in the snow.  The wind howled and blew around.  They were in safe wagons pulled by the likes of strong horses.  They camped out and set up a barricade with fire around them.

Christine lay by a little girl who was 15 and stared at the fire at night.  Christine comforted her and put her hand around her.  Suddenly, she saw a pack of wolves with red, beady eyes.  A witch took her seeing as she was scared.  The children who saw were rushed to the adults because the red eyes frightened them.  There was a young man named Christoff, and Christine, who was a pirate wench, said, "Come here."  He pulled up a frightened young girl left behind who was very cute named Willow.  She was a sailor of age 7.  Christine instead ran out and hopped over the flames.  She always wanted to be a wolf.  Willow was with some other people this time.  Christoff looked off and was not as physical as the merry wanderer but was strong for a man and leaped over the fire in wonder of what was going on.  "Angel.. fair maiden.. What?"  It was strange Christine did this for she had a fear of falling of something just before..  The wolves were ready to attack except that Christine, instead of making their mouths water made their ears perked up and their eye brows raised.  The wolves attacked, and right as they did she hopped back and grabbed Christoff as she went and he went.  He asked her, "What in Hell were you doing?"

"I was fooling the wolves.  See?  They backed off!  They didn't know any better.  They had indeed run off with whimpering about their warm noses!

"Well.." said Christoff.  "No more sadness.. no more strife.. one life.. Let me .. save you from your loneliness."  He crossed his focus to her.

"How did you know?" she inquired..

Everyone went back to bed.  Christine put her arm around the 15 year old and she easily fell into a deep sleep....

They woke up, and Christine ran and said, "Oh, Christoff!"

The kids were mostly in the wagons.

Christine went and helped care for the children.

Finally, they reached their landing, The Winter Express Festival Celebration.

Christoff went off with his friends.  So did all the children, who split up for the most part.  Sarah carried her daughter.

Christine went by herself and had a thrill.  A lotta people were attracted to the Polish sausages.  She was wearing a gold dress.

Christoff was caring for girls there, much like Christine had.  In the end, she was sitting on a bank, playing with a pirate charm.  Suddenly, Christoff was present, and she told him she was watching the girls.  Another boy came named Frances.  He was older than Christoff.  He had fair hair, like a dream boat.  Christoff himself was extremely charming an cunning and knew what he was up to, unlike a lotta people.  The sun was too beautiful and Christine ended up asleep on one of their laps, as the other girls left for naptime then.  She woke up, and she saw her friend Rachel with Christoff talking and eating and drinking in a tent.  Rachel was 18.  Apparently, Christoff was 21.  It was dark now.  Christine was feeling shy, now, and Christoff asked if he had Schizophrenia, and she answered that she did.  She went and changed into dark pink.  A boat was coming.  Sarah came with her daughter and her hand around her shoulder.  Her daughter Traci almost fell in the water when talking to Christoff, but he saved her from falling into the depths!  Christine looked at them, Sarah and Traci, and she walked off.  Some girls were playing London Bridges.  Little ones were being read nursery rhymes.  They were in Holland going to America to escape the war.  It was a land of promise with a history and even mystery.  Christine went to a woman there who put her arm around her, as she gave her a sweet hug.  Finally, a boat came, and they all got on.  Christine leaped into the air.  She was a pirate.  She swabbed the deck dancing.

On the boat ride, the little ones were scared during the storm, but the ship was strong.

Finally, they arrived in the wilderness.  They had to walk a long way, almost as wide as their country was.  Christoff helped Traci while Sarah heralded them all.  Christoff certainly was a mystery.  When they arrived at their destination, the men started to build.  They learned to do what they did at home here, like animals.  Eventually, they were able to build a town and gathered more people who wanted to live with them from abroad and therein.  They even made a special place for Asians and indians, who would come out sometimes.

Christine lay feeling down, and Christoff was beside the girl and she said, "I lo o ove you.."  He smiled and comforted her.

Finally, she got better.  Christine was already 25.  She was so bored.

Finally, they had a contest to see who would reign over all.  There were contests.  A few men won and for fair ladies Christine was the one.  She had to dress up and had a pink shimmering robe with a white rope around her waist and a silver crown on her forehead.  Her hair had grown long and fluffy.  She was beautiful with a rosy face.  She lay melancholy many a time alone.  No one ever visited her.  Finally, they made a fortress where she could be and watch the kingdom.  It was a beautiful palace with a room for her in a high wing.  She became known as Princess Poetic.  One day, Christoff returned to the scene and she said.

O fair o mighty
My friend of old
Tell me rightly
Of your weight in gold

Christoff said, "I wish to serve in your court."

Alright my friend
My eager lass
Come to this end
You're free at last!

He got suited up in the court and had a merry time with jokers.  They danced round and round and grew older but did not change and still were young and merry.

Next, they saw unicorns, and kids would go out and look for unicorns, kids dressed in beautiful clothes with beautiful town houses and their witch guardians to care for them.

Christine soon became Queen the Musical.

Ooooh I bid me not
.... I bid me not
.... I know not what
.... I grabs me butt

But I not know
The ways to go
I li i i sten to
the wildflowers too

I rub myself in sweet enjoyment
While I seek for unemployment

I eat the chicken and the stew
For me there is not much else to do

She put her face in her hand and wept.
Suddenly, an angel appeared and wrapped her arms around the princess now turned Queen with more advanced abilities..  She took her up to Heaven, where she was made a goddess who served God and the Lord.  She never met Jesus.  She did look the devil in the eye, but the angel quickly picked the girl up and took her away.  No one missed her, and she spent her days pining over the Bible and connecting it to what she knew from earth.  Had she died?  To not do so she tried.  She was free to fly about, an angel queen of the world and goddess of up above.

One day she got just what she wanted, a child of her own.  But who the father should be?  Her angel who took total care of her whimperings and whatnot.  She was fully cared for and loved her child, a girl.  One day, finally, she left behind all for her child and died from Heaven.  She had many friends at her side.  Where do you go if you die from Heaven?  She was born again as a child in bed with her child with her, her little sister, and an angel mommy and daddy.  Life was much like it was in the US and Europe.  She went to school and did great.  Someday, she'd work and be proud of her efforts.  She worked when she could and felt refreshed and happy.  She learned about the world in her Social Studies book in a 1 room teaching setting for advanced students.  They took trips to hot spots in the world.  She learned how the world worked.  She knew what business was!  In the end, she worked in the entertainment business.  She herself had a talent for singing and knew ballet.  She did crafts in the home and was into modern art.  She did things in nature with other kids on the side.  So, she had a way of networking with others.  She helped change what the world could see and what it could appreciate as the fruits of their labor.  People were transformed by what they saw.  She helped bring out children and tempered their performance opportunities.  They were guided by her.  They had to process why certain things were important in certain ways.  She met a man who clicked comfortably to her and they had a son and daughter.  The world grew happily, and finally aliens saved them and they knew more.. more business and stuff, too, and her entertainment business from which she graduated and became chief.  Who she was was still a mystery.  It went down into history.  For the day was blistery.  And the times went wistfully.  There were things all around as they traversed.  They met many different life forms that seem they could be neverending.  Things to dazzle the mind beyond wildest dreams.  Finally, it faded away, and they were left with novels as their world.  They found their way out and were all born again to some more magical sense of being and they never grew tired of what it was again.  People in all facets of performing arts and other people who enjoyed hands on labor.  Businesses sky high.  Birds that would cry.  Like a dove that meant love.  The magic surrounded them.  People could hear things and they felt very much alive, like a plateau.  They could see things, some of them, if they wanted to.  These things brought comfort and broke the boredom and offered an advancement in existence.  They had adventures.  Many things seemed the same, but some of them felt the magic more, while others were still of the past world.  And that cycle kept them where they were at.
Nite soon!

Solo Singer

I should do that.  It sounds like fun.  CD.. sells.  Tour!  What else?  Are the Phantom and Christine practically married?  Are they playing for the full year?  What about the side performers?  That's no fun.

Noses

The Chinese do not have the ideal strong, small nose, but that's another important feature, to have a strong looking attached to your face in a good way nose.  I like the Chinese, but most people are worried their noses are better.

Can you imagine

being bored of The Phantom of the Opera?..  In a way I can't cuz it's my fav but in a way I can as I've known it thru the years.  I could see myself touring the US for 1/2 year..  What will I do?  I don't like plays that only perform once or twice.  I never got told anything, but I feel old and decrepit.  I guess I could do an album and tour.  I'd love to be at a singing gathering, but I dunno what kind would be comfortable.  I'd love to do one in my home country, America.  I could establish myself as a famous person and sing in the UK.

Math

The only thing keeping you going is the fact that other people go to work every day.

Mathematical Genius

The singers are often the ***y ones.

Weekends

I know Saturday they have it twice a day.

Musical

There is a tour of The Phantom of the Opera that seems to last over a year.  I wonder if I should be a touring solo artist, instead, like a singing version of Ellen DeGeneres.. I'm not into commitment.  A year seems reasonable for on Broadway or the West End, something like that.  They seem to perform daily.  I've been in a few musicals.  I could do orchestra pit forever.  It's not fun being on the stage in the background..

Cool Guy

Chris Mann

There are ways when I feel bad about myself that I feel an even stronger undercurrent of strength and steadfastity as opposed to falling apart.  Hoorah!

You know, I feel like a child sometimes, but I was trying to be grown up before.  I took away the adult blonde hair and went for the natural color worn down long or tied back.

To children, I like to be both in the fun and a set apart adult.  I look 60 in some ways..  I'm sorta like the steadfastness of an adult and the mold of a preteen.  I did move as a preteen from always living in Southeast and Northeast Florida, where my dad worked at a bank.

Wow!

Chris Mann, you should get out there.  Lots of people will love you and will want to touch you if I have anything to do about a simple wish like that!

Wonderful!!

Chris Mann & Katherine McPhee - The Prayer!!!!

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