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After procrastinating for just a little over two years, I finally did it.
I called The Mannion.
She still remembered me. Fondly, apparently. I have a lesson on March 11th.
I have no idea how I'm going to afford this lesson, much less regular ones. I'm broke. And scared. I can't sing at all right now. I'm completely, utterly out of shape. It's pathetic.
But I keep having dreams in which I'm singing again, and I wake up crying. So goddammit I'm going to try.
I called The Mannion.
She still remembered me. Fondly, apparently. I have a lesson on March 11th.
I have no idea how I'm going to afford this lesson, much less regular ones. I'm broke. And scared. I can't sing at all right now. I'm completely, utterly out of shape. It's pathetic.
But I keep having dreams in which I'm singing again, and I wake up crying. So goddammit I'm going to try.