Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Looks like you've lowered the bar
to people who "didn't make it."
It's not all about people with parents who had them at 50.
It's not all about people with parents who had them at 50.
You know
when people constantly send you symbolic messages, they tend to sink in. No one in their right mind like that should be paying that much attention to what you're able to do with them monitoring you like that. I feel I am just hated. I don't need practice punishments set apart from all others.
Hello! I am sorry if the post I linked is annoyingly long but hope it offers something of interest to you. I hope it is okay I posted this. Please inform me if it isn't.
I didn't realize you were musician undercover. I majored with piano a year, did organ. I am a most skilled singer. I, too, took advantage of choir as my singing outlet. Musical theater was another privilege or not that came into my life.. I mean, it was competitive even in choir. I could have been a singer just like you, performing every day on end. It would have been fun. I feel old and decrepit. We moved to Orlando, and it's hard here for everyone. I had more freedom as I was out of high school and into my 2nd year of college. I had finished 1 year thusfar. So, I got on psych meds, which tho interesting seems bad altogether.. ..so, it seems to make me tired and sorta curl over. Still, I am supposed to make a CD says the voice teacher I got. I ain't had much private vocal training. She is also a producer. Well, she was a Mus Ed major like me then changed to Performance/Opera. Now, she's like a powerful and creative producer/teacher. She teaches classical and Broadway. So, what I'm saying is maybe I'm just psyched over psych pills.. kinda got in trouble today, if anyone out there is reading this, wanting off my pills tho moved to a diet think it gave me diabetes. I feel I will wither away and die from looking at myself. I'm sure I don't need psych pills. So, because I lived here I got back on those pills that seem to make me too lethargic to sing easily, like when I was "younger." Most of what I learned in music seemed to be accompanying on the piano easy parts for musicals and chords at church in the end. I knew the plays well that I accompanied. I've had dreams and desires of being in instrumental groups, but I was a pianist who started at 9 1/2. I don't know what made it easy enough to accomplish so then to the degree I did starting out. I could play Clair de Lune, even, in the end. My piano teacher gave it to me. My love was in church music. When I was young, maybe about 6, possibly it was 7, I would memorize the songs and go home and try to sing them, so that gave my brain an exercise. So, I got used to the church hymns. Choir was also very fun, usually cuz I was in love with the director. I was a quiet favorite. In high school, I chose to do non-Talented classes in art, Talented Music which was laid back, and Talented Theater, the real gem! I remember a boy from the city being in the high school choir and singing a solo of Titanic and sitting in Talented Theater before I got in and being with him in drama and PE. I don't know why his friend died and he went there, but it was the best times of my life, my 1st year of high school. He left. I should have exchanged e-mail. I know where he is online. I never got a big role in a musical, but it was fun. I guess another dreamy thing in and of itself is the church. It's so romantic like and dreamy and it's like being an angel to be in choir there when you're young. I feel I talk a lot about these things. I was almost offered a position accompanying here, but I changed my mind so I wouldn't waste my time anymore, for I was a school accomplisher. It's like I was trained to be a pro, comfortable in music. I could have studied more at an arts school in the city if I could use transportation. They had Saturday classes, too. I shoulda done Musical Theater, I see. I don't think opera - well, I had a knack for it and was young and attractive, sad to see me lose it. I feel I've lost all my ideas in classical singing and now am a classical crossover person, which should be the standard, some classical music some theatrical music.. Something that makes me funny .. or wanna LOL is Josh Groban's wit and Jersey Boys's musical accompaniments being so on the ball, so-to-speak, LOL!
Chris Mann, I respect you so much as a person for being such a dazzling performer!
I didn't realize you were musician undercover. I majored with piano a year, did organ. I am a most skilled singer. I, too, took advantage of choir as my singing outlet. Musical theater was another privilege or not that came into my life.. I mean, it was competitive even in choir. I could have been a singer just like you, performing every day on end. It would have been fun. I feel old and decrepit. We moved to Orlando, and it's hard here for everyone. I had more freedom as I was out of high school and into my 2nd year of college. I had finished 1 year thusfar. So, I got on psych meds, which tho interesting seems bad altogether.. ..so, it seems to make me tired and sorta curl over. Still, I am supposed to make a CD says the voice teacher I got. I ain't had much private vocal training. She is also a producer. Well, she was a Mus Ed major like me then changed to Performance/Opera. Now, she's like a powerful and creative producer/teacher. She teaches classical and Broadway. So, what I'm saying is maybe I'm just psyched over psych pills.. kinda got in trouble today, if anyone out there is reading this, wanting off my pills tho moved to a diet think it gave me diabetes. I feel I will wither away and die from looking at myself. I'm sure I don't need psych pills. So, because I lived here I got back on those pills that seem to make me too lethargic to sing easily, like when I was "younger." Most of what I learned in music seemed to be accompanying on the piano easy parts for musicals and chords at church in the end. I knew the plays well that I accompanied. I've had dreams and desires of being in instrumental groups, but I was a pianist who started at 9 1/2. I don't know what made it easy enough to accomplish so then to the degree I did starting out. I could play Clair de Lune, even, in the end. My piano teacher gave it to me. My love was in church music. When I was young, maybe about 6, possibly it was 7, I would memorize the songs and go home and try to sing them, so that gave my brain an exercise. So, I got used to the church hymns. Choir was also very fun, usually cuz I was in love with the director. I was a quiet favorite. In high school, I chose to do non-Talented classes in art, Talented Music which was laid back, and Talented Theater, the real gem! I remember a boy from the city being in the high school choir and singing a solo of Titanic and sitting in Talented Theater before I got in and being with him in drama and PE. I don't know why his friend died and he went there, but it was the best times of my life, my 1st year of high school. He left. I should have exchanged e-mail. I know where he is online. I never got a big role in a musical, but it was fun. I guess another dreamy thing in and of itself is the church. It's so romantic like and dreamy and it's like being an angel to be in choir there when you're young. I feel I talk a lot about these things. I was almost offered a position accompanying here, but I changed my mind so I wouldn't waste my time anymore, for I was a school accomplisher. It's like I was trained to be a pro, comfortable in music. I could have studied more at an arts school in the city if I could use transportation. They had Saturday classes, too. I shoulda done Musical Theater, I see. I don't think opera - well, I had a knack for it and was young and attractive, sad to see me lose it. I feel I've lost all my ideas in classical singing and now am a classical crossover person, which should be the standard, some classical music some theatrical music.. Something that makes me funny .. or wanna LOL is Josh Groban's wit and Jersey Boys's musical accompaniments being so on the ball, so-to-speak, LOL!
Chris Mann, I respect you so much as a person for being such a dazzling performer!
I'm sorry to say but kids today
are simply too empty a lotta them, tho some make it and you see them like in Hollywood/ads. It's sad, I mean, but it's like they're empty. We just have to get over that Baby Boomer bracket, families with moms born around 1960, where the kids seem to have it all.
Get More Excited About Having Kids Together
Don't forget each other. I thought you didn't like kids.
Suppression
Has the world seriously gone wacko and suppressed our talents out of fear of disrespecting the presence of Tim Burton?
What was that big thing we saw..
..at Disney you see it on the bus at the performance center, flashing lights sign, the window to what may lie beyond Orlando and Central Florida. When you're out of that window, you see more possibilities, like before Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came out, like there was room for all of our unique "talents."
In the end
It should be like school, where I am praised for my accomplishments in things like singing or being a role model.
I don't yet know if it will include being married with children. I may feel like a humbug. I like children, and I focus on ones others have and don't have blood children nor custody children now.
I don't yet know if it will include being married with children. I may feel like a humbug. I like children, and I focus on ones others have and don't have blood children nor custody children now.
"Arguing.."
"'Arguing' will get you nowhere."
People want the facts laid out on the table. They want "the end" at "the beginning." They want it all to come pouring out! They want you to sit there like a Hollywood blonde!! May as well do everything but the last thing I said, as it doesn't matter and it matters. I'm good at setting important goals. The rest is the mystery of "the journey" everyone so claims to love. There's no room to do both. You figure some things out and other things reveal themselves to you in life.
People want the facts laid out on the table. They want "the end" at "the beginning." They want it all to come pouring out! They want you to sit there like a Hollywood blonde!! May as well do everything but the last thing I said, as it doesn't matter and it matters. I'm good at setting important goals. The rest is the mystery of "the journey" everyone so claims to love. There's no room to do both. You figure some things out and other things reveal themselves to you in life.
Story
There was a girl named Christine who was dysfunctional. She had a young dude care for her like in the spirit of things a guardian angel. His name was Ric.
So, as a girl asks, "Christine! What is wrong with you??"
"My dear! When I was a little girl like you, I was sorta abused."
The little girl stared at her with her long golden shimmering sparkling locks! and green blue eyes of crystal!
Christine had black hair. "Well, I would go out to play with the other girls and they would all tell me I was something I wasn't. I never cried, but I went home sad each day. Homework became a drag, and the teachers did nothing as I stayed up late dotting my i's and crossing my t's..
1 thing made me very happy when I was 10, some years older than you. I had a little white dog with short hair and pointy floppy ears. He was a joy! I named him Mojo. I would run around outside, and he was so cute. Most dogs are either abused or grow old an rot. I loved to run outside by the creek. I lived in Pennsylvania. There aren't any witches there, tho.
Things in the news would bother me to break down. I didn't really cry then, neither. I felt all at the same time I never had any attention whereas I paid attention to others and sacrificed myself in many situations for no good reason..
The boys wouldn't get close to me cuz they knew I didn't wanna marry. Weird people would follow me around. I got made fun of for having a Romanian dad.
Then, I grew up, but I cannot work like all the other girls manage to live and enjoy somehow. I always wanted to be working on some thinking thing. I don't even read anymore. The world has become too much for me."
"What do you do now?"
"I live in a place that developed alongside me. Witches live there and so do little girls, 1 I know of named Khloe.. She is only 7. I am 15 and ready to be married but do not feel I could live that way, not really. I am too irresponsible to be ready to raise a child. I get fed sometimes by the spoon by maids who serve in the emperor's court. They just come and do it and then are gone. I prefer to eat alone but am often accompanied by little Miss Khlo'. She's not hard to please..
My caregiver Ric what he does is he follows me all around and touches me when he thinks I'm about to 'have a seizure.' I don't really need physical things, but when we socialize that's what happens. When he's there, he notices."
So, one day, they all went out to the forest, and Christina was pining after the color of her hair. She wasn't up to monkey business. She sincerely felt for herself. She was 15 and alone and walked to the bank and found a restaurant and sat in there and had a drink of tea.
They were going to take a journey. It was great fun to see the kids age 9 and 10 laughing and playing for fun when work was done. A nice boy came in named Alfy, and he picked her up and said, "Baby, something the matter?"
She was taken aback at the setback. She walked nobly and he put his arm around her shoulder and made her feel she was young again for some strange reason..
There was a sweet girl named Judy. She had curly red hair and green and bluish eyes. She was very fidgety, and the lady witch she was talking to grasped her arms, hugged her and tried to calm her down.
Christine looked and thought she was a very nice person.. She had fantasies.
She walked along feeling mature in many ways, more as though she was like 17. People mature later as you go along and get less and less smart and more and more self-centered..
She could see the dream the little ones had. She went to go play with and talk to them.
So, as a girl asks, "Christine! What is wrong with you??"
"My dear! When I was a little girl like you, I was sorta abused."
The little girl stared at her with her long golden shimmering sparkling locks! and green blue eyes of crystal!
Christine had black hair. "Well, I would go out to play with the other girls and they would all tell me I was something I wasn't. I never cried, but I went home sad each day. Homework became a drag, and the teachers did nothing as I stayed up late dotting my i's and crossing my t's..
1 thing made me very happy when I was 10, some years older than you. I had a little white dog with short hair and pointy floppy ears. He was a joy! I named him Mojo. I would run around outside, and he was so cute. Most dogs are either abused or grow old an rot. I loved to run outside by the creek. I lived in Pennsylvania. There aren't any witches there, tho.
Things in the news would bother me to break down. I didn't really cry then, neither. I felt all at the same time I never had any attention whereas I paid attention to others and sacrificed myself in many situations for no good reason..
The boys wouldn't get close to me cuz they knew I didn't wanna marry. Weird people would follow me around. I got made fun of for having a Romanian dad.
Then, I grew up, but I cannot work like all the other girls manage to live and enjoy somehow. I always wanted to be working on some thinking thing. I don't even read anymore. The world has become too much for me."
"What do you do now?"
"I live in a place that developed alongside me. Witches live there and so do little girls, 1 I know of named Khloe.. She is only 7. I am 15 and ready to be married but do not feel I could live that way, not really. I am too irresponsible to be ready to raise a child. I get fed sometimes by the spoon by maids who serve in the emperor's court. They just come and do it and then are gone. I prefer to eat alone but am often accompanied by little Miss Khlo'. She's not hard to please..
My caregiver Ric what he does is he follows me all around and touches me when he thinks I'm about to 'have a seizure.' I don't really need physical things, but when we socialize that's what happens. When he's there, he notices."
So, one day, they all went out to the forest, and Christina was pining after the color of her hair. She wasn't up to monkey business. She sincerely felt for herself. She was 15 and alone and walked to the bank and found a restaurant and sat in there and had a drink of tea.
They were going to take a journey. It was great fun to see the kids age 9 and 10 laughing and playing for fun when work was done. A nice boy came in named Alfy, and he picked her up and said, "Baby, something the matter?"
She was taken aback at the setback. She walked nobly and he put his arm around her shoulder and made her feel she was young again for some strange reason..
There was a sweet girl named Judy. She had curly red hair and green and bluish eyes. She was very fidgety, and the lady witch she was talking to grasped her arms, hugged her and tried to calm her down.
Christine looked and thought she was a very nice person.. She had fantasies.
She walked along feeling mature in many ways, more as though she was like 17. People mature later as you go along and get less and less smart and more and more self-centered..
She could see the dream the little ones had. She went to go play with and talk to them.
People hate me and want me d***.
No one really is talking to me. People are different to me. I feel relieved to get out of the house on a good day.
I came here to say something and about forgot what it was.
I will say I'd prefer to be a normal person and use my money to eat out, but that money goes to singing and Disney. I'm not going as a rotting corpse filled with old dreams that never got to make it because of a fart! (I am not saying anything mean, just the situation really, me..)
I'd love a job, but I'm not used to doing non-thinking things for long periods of time. I was taken home early from Pre-School when I was good at pretending to be a cashier. My dad would be there. I was with my mom or interesting baby brother (who I did care about.)
As per singing, I think I need to learn to be more of a model than actor. I just look like a toad. I don't like it. My diet is slowly transforming me, as it should. I wonder if I'll wake up thinner. So, I have no talent to explore in me left.
I came here to say something and about forgot what it was.
I will say I'd prefer to be a normal person and use my money to eat out, but that money goes to singing and Disney. I'm not going as a rotting corpse filled with old dreams that never got to make it because of a fart! (I am not saying anything mean, just the situation really, me..)
I'd love a job, but I'm not used to doing non-thinking things for long periods of time. I was taken home early from Pre-School when I was good at pretending to be a cashier. My dad would be there. I was with my mom or interesting baby brother (who I did care about.)
As per singing, I think I need to learn to be more of a model than actor. I just look like a toad. I don't like it. My diet is slowly transforming me, as it should. I wonder if I'll wake up thinner. So, I have no talent to explore in me left.
Depressed
All I can do is want my singing voice back. I'm grateful for my health and life. Maybe, I'll get up and practice again. I lost my enlightenment. Honestly, I got some more but lost some. I was singing for my parents. I just fell apart in the end. That's not okay. I am dealing with it for myself, but I don't know why I didn't have the strength.
You're gonna miss me "when I'm gone."
I was capable of doing many things, but my life became a known experiment and that's why I slipped up. I didn't know exactly what I wanted. No one was smart nor keen enough to guide me. I'm the singing joke.
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?
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Confusion
Italians seem to lose their grip easily. Like, 1st it's making fun of every other races being frolicky. Then, they rub in the mushy stuff. It just didn't go. It's like, what do you want? What kind of race are you, exactly? They seem Middle Eastern to me. I hope they get that grip back of coming from possibly a different race than other parts of Europe. The Spanish I think are their own race, too. They have the oldest evidence of civilization, I think. I have a lot of respect for them. I find Italian attractive yet somehow unreachable. They are highly against the Chinese. Well, some Chinese are in that way, too, but what about Japan? They are fun to talk to. They really dig back well with the Chinese.
Musical
I just watched The Phantom of the Opera live.
I screamed loud and high at the end saving it for Chris Mann from The Voice as the Phantom. He was so awesome. I wrote about it linked on my Facebook from an article.
I got the charm bracelet.
Christine had her strength in acting and a consistent singing voice.
The Phantom was so feeling and stuff. He is born in 1982. I couldn't find Christine's age.
The balcony was a scary section.
It was not clean cut like the musicals I saw in high school.. It was more contemporary in thinking..
It was like the best night of my life! No, I am not pining over him and found he indeed is married. But yes seeing him was. I made myself appreciate things. They got better and better.
Chris Mann is very smart. He is from Kansas. He did things with a lot of emotion at certain times. He was just so ever present. Brava Brava Bravissima! His interpretation had excellent rhetoric. I think he's gonna be a new famous person. I do hope he does the Phantom in a movie if he's not tired of it. If they have a 30th anniversary, now I am rooting for him. Josh Groban would make a good Roul (sp?) He could also be a Phantom, of course. I know it would work with me as Christine. I wonder who is gonna try out for these Phantom shows, tho. Older people are not just trash but have an accumulation of wisdom, kinda like Chris Mann. It's also about babying someone else most talented, I must admit. Sometimes, it seems like anyone could do something.
I screamed loud and high at the end saving it for Chris Mann from The Voice as the Phantom. He was so awesome. I wrote about it linked on my Facebook from an article.
I got the charm bracelet.
Christine had her strength in acting and a consistent singing voice.
The Phantom was so feeling and stuff. He is born in 1982. I couldn't find Christine's age.
The balcony was a scary section.
It was not clean cut like the musicals I saw in high school.. It was more contemporary in thinking..
It was like the best night of my life! No, I am not pining over him and found he indeed is married. But yes seeing him was. I made myself appreciate things. They got better and better.
Chris Mann is very smart. He is from Kansas. He did things with a lot of emotion at certain times. He was just so ever present. Brava Brava Bravissima! His interpretation had excellent rhetoric. I think he's gonna be a new famous person. I do hope he does the Phantom in a movie if he's not tired of it. If they have a 30th anniversary, now I am rooting for him. Josh Groban would make a good Roul (sp?) He could also be a Phantom, of course. I know it would work with me as Christine. I wonder who is gonna try out for these Phantom shows, tho. Older people are not just trash but have an accumulation of wisdom, kinda like Chris Mann. It's also about babying someone else most talented, I must admit. Sometimes, it seems like anyone could do something.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Popular Tunes
How many do most people already know? I probably know like 100. I mean like musical theater and classical crossover.. If you count how many musicals, there may be 10-20. Some seemed to become popular, at least 1 where I lived. I did see Wicked, but it seemed a bit on the side.
More - Question
link
This one is more like Jackie Evancho insofar as she doesn't seem to base it all on the fact that we already know she should be "turned on." Her voice is rather fair. Is she afraid to be louder and then dynamic? Maybe, she does want to seem more turned on, tho, and this is just a beginning recital, like when I started piano. Best wishes, sweetie!
This one is more like Jackie Evancho insofar as she doesn't seem to base it all on the fact that we already know she should be "turned on." Her voice is rather fair. Is she afraid to be louder and then dynamic? Maybe, she does want to seem more turned on, tho, and this is just a beginning recital, like when I started piano. Best wishes, sweetie!
If You're Looking for a Young Broadway Singer
Look for those who had child roles, like this dude: link. They sound impressed.
What if people said I was good for being Asian and didn't accept it in anyone. I mean, there are full Asians out there, and that would be mean. Just say it's not how you like to sing or not what you listen to.
What if people said I was good for being Asian and didn't accept it in anyone. I mean, there are full Asians out there, and that would be mean. Just say it's not how you like to sing or not what you listen to.
Young Singers
These Broadway wannabes's made it in the news.. I think I'm ready insofar as what they did reminds me of my former raw talent at least in some ways.
link
I feel responsible for them. Someone suggested that to me about younger people singing actually, too. I mean, today, it's just so hard for kids and how far anyone every went.
link
I feel responsible for them. Someone suggested that to me about younger people singing actually, too. I mean, today, it's just so hard for kids and how far anyone every went.
On Singing
I was looking at Sarah Brightman on Spotify. I feel too m*****ed to sing that much. Physically, I used to be in choir.. I never sang with much vibrato until I was 18 and took singing in college. I've wanted to be a pro singer since 5. I didn't find my way into anything.
My Clothes
I got 6 spaghetti straps @ Forever 21 for $1.90 each. Pink for pink tights and neutral and light blue. No new tights from there. Got like 5 black tights and 3 pink.. and more I forgot. I got shoes a 2nd pair for $1. Stockings. Hand sanitizers and a holder of a fox with a fluffy tail.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Questions About Auditions
Is there any way of knowing if there will be auditions for a 30th anniversary of The Phantom of the Opera?
I know the 1st movie featured a cross of a film actress and operatically trained girl
The 2nd one I think Andrew Lloyd Webber must have picked from what was on Broadway. This one I think was also Ariel in The Little Mermaid.
When Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came out, they chose a British girl I think never was in another movie.
I am actually working on the role right now and making my own CD. I understand auditions for the tour/US are being held in NYC this month, but I am attending a taping of Ellen and am starting voice lessons again and cannot make it. I am wondering if they have an anniversary if whoever wins that would be Christine. They don't have video send in auditions. I tried contacting them about something, but they didn't answer. I wanted to know if I was too old for this one, which wanted age 18-25 and knew I could have done it at age 16 but didn't know you could be in it at 18 so easily. I am 28. West End has it as 20s. I thought it was like late 20s and the 30s.
I am also concerned I could not afford to fly to England to audition. I was wondering if my CD could be like a chance at being considered in the audition
For some reason, I thought that they weren't doing another anniversary, tho, but possibly another video, as they are probably doing with Cats.
I could have easily done this role when I was younger, tho they don't do that locally as often. I looked it up. They did Les Miz here recently.
I have been singing again. I took a break from 2006-2009 to some extent to work on acting or networking to act if I could, waiting to be ready for film acting, resting from a year or so of college.
I'm not saying oh I have to do this and there has to be that. I was just wondering.
So, my question/concern is how to apply to audition if there is a 30th anniversary. They would need to start rehearsal soon, right?
If you want to know more about me to further help me, I can speak kinda with a British accent more. My mom has one, but my dad is American and I am from the South. People always said I sang like an angel in choir. In private lessons, they pushed for me to be loud, which became easy for me. This was in college. I was singing on my own for a long time and now am taking lessons from a place I was recommended which produces, too. So, people say they like my singing.
Also, since I'm missing this audition partly since I'm going to LA already, is there another opportunity for me sometime soon? I am starting with the music place in January. I am working towards the CD of the role of Christine in The Phantom of the Opera. What would you recommend I do if I want to become famous? It seems the best thing is to be a singer and try to be Christine or possibly some other role out there that could lead to some sort of fame. I was trying to be a film actor but missed being a singer and dancer. I've wanted to be in Cats since I was 12. However, Christine is a star role with singing. I minored in ballet, too. I am more skilled than anyone I know in singing. I have trouble with nerves sometimes but am getting a stronger voice, which leads to more expression naturally. So, yes, I want to be famous and am getting out there somehow. I just saw this as something out there to consider, a big role indeed.
If there is no 30th anniversary, what would my best hopes be then? I'd love to be in a big recording of a famous musical with an important, memorable part.. I don't know quite what else to shoot for. I will still make the CD and hope to make a lot of money from it. If I become famous, I want to be a charitable educator of music and the arts maybe since I did all the arts, somehow. I'd love to sing for shows or tour, like when they gather singers together. Josh Groban has made a lot of appearances. He's also all over YouTube probably illegally..
I hope you can led me some help with my career "dreams." Thanks so much!
My Singing
It got so much better. I sang in front of my parents, The Phantom of the Opera like 2 1/2 times. My dad started and is better than me in a way! He has sung and played/guitar.
I said I was a more skilled singer than most anyone. I wanted to sing since 5.. I sang on my own and in choir and as an adult have taken some private voice.
I said I was a more skilled singer than most anyone. I wanted to sing since 5.. I sang on my own and in choir and as an adult have taken some private voice.
TV
I'm not sure what to do about The Ellen Show this week. I still have 2 episodes I didn't watch. This is an important week. I had trouble sleeping for Disney. I tried staying up 1 night and watched. I hope to catch up or at least watch the clips online and hope to tune in, think I should, next week. All I have is a psychiatrist appointment earlier on. I will be gone Thursday..
What I've Done
I missed Ellen to go to Disney.. miss singing for Ellen live.. I should watch this weekend, I think I will go to bed now.
If you didn't get it..
..I was saying that about people like Sarah Brightman or Tim Burton that the world is lonely if you aren't someone like Sarah Brightman nor Josh Groban.
Contact
ASCAP
Will there be auditions for The Phantom of the Opera as a video anytime soon, such as the thirtieth anniversary, which is in 2016? I know they are focusing on auditions in NYC this month. Can you tell me who knows about this or do I need a film agent? I am interested in any production of it. They did Les Miz here recently. I would like to attend an audition when I am ready.
Will there be auditions for The Phantom of the Opera as a video anytime soon, such as the thirtieth anniversary, which is in 2016? I know they are focusing on auditions in NYC this month. Can you tell me who knows about this or do I need a film agent? I am interested in any production of it. They did Les Miz here recently. I would like to attend an audition when I am ready.
My Day @ Disney
I met the 2 princesses from the fairly recent Disney hit Frozen, and the younger one hugged me. When we took pictures, I put my arm around them.
So many other things come to mind sometimes about today.
I met a Japanese girl with a boy on the bus. We connected better than with Vietnamese and Korean. It might be because my dad is not Chinese.. maybe only Japanese is white.
I don't know if this sounds appropriate, but Lily Rose Depp gets treated with great respect for who her mother is, whereas I get spat at, maybe because I carelessly once revealed her age. I do know she must have issues with her dad. Like, she's not the spitting image of her mom. She's lost somewhere. I like her a lot, but I just thought of this. People supposedly "trust" my mom as the package deal and me as a failure in some way at any given moment.
I told Jackie Evancho about the role of Christine Daae. She did sing from it. I told her she was too serious. That is just because I would not back down on the role if I beat her. If someone were better and more worthy, I'd root for them and go. We seem to imagine the unspoken which traditionally needeth to be spaketh. We imagine some 16 or 17 year old with lush honey blonde hair who can sing like an opera diva! We can't find said person, but we know she must exist, like the opera ghost. She deserves to be the next big sensation. No one found me when I was deserving of singing something important. I was struggling to make ends meet. They stopped teaching me singing in high school and college. I was on my way both times. School made it hard, and school is supposed to be important to develop you into an interesting person but apparently not.. I've never heard anyone who I think could do justice to the role. What about the 2 Christines from the DVDs? Why aren't they acclaiming themselves from it? Was it even that big a deal to them? Is it something they alone deserve? I wanted to be in a local production of it. I partly doubt they will do a 30th anniversary. They could. I almost feel they said they wouldn't do another. They might make another DVD. I heard they might of Cats. I'm working on my singing. I want to get in some production of The Phantom of the Opera. I want to make a CD of all the singing parts, which is something I am doing now for an agent teacher. I am lucky I was referred meekly. I think that will earn me a living. I could sing for anything. I'm adaptable. I will get up there. This is so exciting this musical exists. The national tour is holding auditions this month, and I'm not prepared. It's in NYC, too. They also didn't respond about her age.
..So, I practiced, and the expression has come to fruition because it's there in the singing and the acting. I do care about other people who wanna sing, but like it'd be nice if I could sing now and get it over with for what it's worth to anyone. All I can say is I need another lesson or to develop the strength of my throat and to use it more. I have potential. It's like art, chiseling away at a piece of rock or whatever is is.
Like, I can see them chosing a young girl with plenty of talent, but what if I overshadowed her?
Will they even do a 30th anniversary? There was no info. online. To be in a production of it is good enough. I feel as though my voice is more for recording. Choirs tend to record. If anyone can get famous as a singer, I think so should I, from what's out there. Baby steps. Fun for me. Me! Me! Me! ..Me! It's an art and sharing and expression. I don't feel popular in some way. Perhaps, my inner image of me singing is not developed, actually. I feel with others it comes alive. They tell you to participate for reasons such as this. I am working hard to keep up my voice so I can use expression to its necessity. It's building. I wonder if my diet is okay. I think sleep and nutrition will be good. The expression just came. I try hard and something happens. In Orlando, it's hard to be natural. I try.
At least, I can probably do that CD. I am also waiting on info. about getting a license to perform it online for free. I feel I want things, but I don't feel it so much as like what it is more as I remember and think about what I want as opposed to what I'm doing. My lessons start in January now. She brings back memories of college, the teacher.
I don't really know what other goals I'd have, but this is taking my time now. It's for the art, not a trophy, which I have a lot of. It's also to be famous, something I want, anyway. I want to get on the ball. I need alternate goals after the CD. Maybe, I will find my way into film if nothing opens up for me in group singing. Maybe, I will get into animation. I am an artist. It's also a personality type.
Think about this now. How much is Sarah Brightman worshipped? It's wonderful. Did she ask for it? No! I'm not saying others don't deserve it. She got the part in a musical luckily of a cute little cat.. Josh Groban. He is adorned with love of supportive fans worldwide. Can I top like that? Could I? Yes. Now, we all ask. why? Why not anyone else? The question they need to answer has the answer that they think they are better than people they aren't better than that the world knows exists. I mean, it's not a contest. I think that people should remember that in high school or elementary school, we had reputations and accomplishments in the end. We can't go around saying we are musically talented when we have never done music, and that's the sort of thinking that's going around. It's not about taking from others. It's about connecting the dots. Who else has it good? I dunno! I don't know if this thought process is appropriate, but it goes on in the slums and sewers of the US or Orlando.. Go further, Ellen DeGeneres. It's all about the past and not about what we do that isn't famous that would go to tops in the world when revealed. We'd love to see people in films to get it over with, not really to keep! If we want to dispose of people like that, that shows we are just hurting people and not appreciating what they've done in life.
So many other things come to mind sometimes about today.
I met a Japanese girl with a boy on the bus. We connected better than with Vietnamese and Korean. It might be because my dad is not Chinese.. maybe only Japanese is white.
I don't know if this sounds appropriate, but Lily Rose Depp gets treated with great respect for who her mother is, whereas I get spat at, maybe because I carelessly once revealed her age. I do know she must have issues with her dad. Like, she's not the spitting image of her mom. She's lost somewhere. I like her a lot, but I just thought of this. People supposedly "trust" my mom as the package deal and me as a failure in some way at any given moment.
I told Jackie Evancho about the role of Christine Daae. She did sing from it. I told her she was too serious. That is just because I would not back down on the role if I beat her. If someone were better and more worthy, I'd root for them and go. We seem to imagine the unspoken which traditionally needeth to be spaketh. We imagine some 16 or 17 year old with lush honey blonde hair who can sing like an opera diva! We can't find said person, but we know she must exist, like the opera ghost. She deserves to be the next big sensation. No one found me when I was deserving of singing something important. I was struggling to make ends meet. They stopped teaching me singing in high school and college. I was on my way both times. School made it hard, and school is supposed to be important to develop you into an interesting person but apparently not.. I've never heard anyone who I think could do justice to the role. What about the 2 Christines from the DVDs? Why aren't they acclaiming themselves from it? Was it even that big a deal to them? Is it something they alone deserve? I wanted to be in a local production of it. I partly doubt they will do a 30th anniversary. They could. I almost feel they said they wouldn't do another. They might make another DVD. I heard they might of Cats. I'm working on my singing. I want to get in some production of The Phantom of the Opera. I want to make a CD of all the singing parts, which is something I am doing now for an agent teacher. I am lucky I was referred meekly. I think that will earn me a living. I could sing for anything. I'm adaptable. I will get up there. This is so exciting this musical exists. The national tour is holding auditions this month, and I'm not prepared. It's in NYC, too. They also didn't respond about her age.
..So, I practiced, and the expression has come to fruition because it's there in the singing and the acting. I do care about other people who wanna sing, but like it'd be nice if I could sing now and get it over with for what it's worth to anyone. All I can say is I need another lesson or to develop the strength of my throat and to use it more. I have potential. It's like art, chiseling away at a piece of rock or whatever is is.
Like, I can see them chosing a young girl with plenty of talent, but what if I overshadowed her?
Will they even do a 30th anniversary? There was no info. online. To be in a production of it is good enough. I feel as though my voice is more for recording. Choirs tend to record. If anyone can get famous as a singer, I think so should I, from what's out there. Baby steps. Fun for me. Me! Me! Me! ..Me! It's an art and sharing and expression. I don't feel popular in some way. Perhaps, my inner image of me singing is not developed, actually. I feel with others it comes alive. They tell you to participate for reasons such as this. I am working hard to keep up my voice so I can use expression to its necessity. It's building. I wonder if my diet is okay. I think sleep and nutrition will be good. The expression just came. I try hard and something happens. In Orlando, it's hard to be natural. I try.
At least, I can probably do that CD. I am also waiting on info. about getting a license to perform it online for free. I feel I want things, but I don't feel it so much as like what it is more as I remember and think about what I want as opposed to what I'm doing. My lessons start in January now. She brings back memories of college, the teacher.
I don't really know what other goals I'd have, but this is taking my time now. It's for the art, not a trophy, which I have a lot of. It's also to be famous, something I want, anyway. I want to get on the ball. I need alternate goals after the CD. Maybe, I will find my way into film if nothing opens up for me in group singing. Maybe, I will get into animation. I am an artist. It's also a personality type.
Think about this now. How much is Sarah Brightman worshipped? It's wonderful. Did she ask for it? No! I'm not saying others don't deserve it. She got the part in a musical luckily of a cute little cat.. Josh Groban. He is adorned with love of supportive fans worldwide. Can I top like that? Could I? Yes. Now, we all ask. why? Why not anyone else? The question they need to answer has the answer that they think they are better than people they aren't better than that the world knows exists. I mean, it's not a contest. I think that people should remember that in high school or elementary school, we had reputations and accomplishments in the end. We can't go around saying we are musically talented when we have never done music, and that's the sort of thinking that's going around. It's not about taking from others. It's about connecting the dots. Who else has it good? I dunno! I don't know if this thought process is appropriate, but it goes on in the slums and sewers of the US or Orlando.. Go further, Ellen DeGeneres. It's all about the past and not about what we do that isn't famous that would go to tops in the world when revealed. We'd love to see people in films to get it over with, not really to keep! If we want to dispose of people like that, that shows we are just hurting people and not appreciating what they've done in life.
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