I think I just got kicked in my imaginary balls.
I saw a new singing teacher today. My mom told me that it was his style to break people down in the first lesson and then turn out to be a nice guy in the following lessons. I walked in totally prepared to hear the worst, but I didn't realize just how bad the worst was. He said that I have a problem with glottal attacks. Even worse, he called my vibrato "pretentious and artificial." I could have handled that alone, if not for the real tear-jerker: He advised me against a career in music. He said that if I really wanted to go into music, then I should become a music teacher. With my lack of talent, I wouldn't be able to pay the bills as a performer.
I cried in front of him. I really wish I hadn't done that.
The next lesson is this saturday at 9:00 AM. He can't say anything worse, right? I'll be okay. Hopefully.
I cried in front of him. I really wish I hadn't done that.
The next lesson is this saturday at 9:00 AM. He can't say anything worse, right? I'll be okay. Hopefully.