Be Wise. Be happy. And Fuck the Corporate World.
Once upon a time I dreamed that I would work as a performer. By the time I was 18 I had tons of vocal problem. I could barely talk without my voice breaking. I saw expensive doctor after expensive doctor, all the while my mom pushing me to move forward with my singing. Shit got old and I decided to try my hand at other types of careers.
I've been an office worker for about six months now. I enjoy my job well enough. It pays the rent and the bills and it allows me to go home, teach voice and, on occasion, perform.
For the past year and three months, I've been studying with a woman who teaches Speech Level Singing. This has changed my life. Singing has never been easier. I can't remember the last time I cracked when I was talking or singing. If I did crack, I could (almost) instantaneously fix it.
I now have 4 vocal students and am in the process of acquiring my certification to become a speech level certified teacher myself. It's time to go back to marketing myself as a wedding singer. The website is going up. The recording equipment will be dusted off. It's time to reclaim the life I wanted five years ago.
I've been an office worker for about six months now. I enjoy my job well enough. It pays the rent and the bills and it allows me to go home, teach voice and, on occasion, perform.
For the past year and three months, I've been studying with a woman who teaches Speech Level Singing. This has changed my life. Singing has never been easier. I can't remember the last time I cracked when I was talking or singing. If I did crack, I could (almost) instantaneously fix it.
I now have 4 vocal students and am in the process of acquiring my certification to become a speech level certified teacher myself. It's time to go back to marketing myself as a wedding singer. The website is going up. The recording equipment will be dusted off. It's time to reclaim the life I wanted five years ago.