I want my voice back!
Yet again I have a paper to write that I really don't want to, and so I procrastinate through this.
This week I lost my voice. Usually I l-o-v-e to lose my voice. I know, its kinda dorky, but its true. I like having that rare, different, weird voice that comes once in a while. But I don't love it now. Not when I open tomooooorrrowwww. That's right, tomorrow we open, and I am Kim, and I am so singing those songs. However, singing "How lovely to be a woman" sounding more man than woman is a little....odd. So, I have (and still am) tried everything to get better: gargle with vinegar, drink a tsp. of unfiltered vinegar (yes! It was wretched!), humidifiers in my room, more gargles, too many liquids, taking more vitamins than I thought the world had, and even.....yoga poses (supposedly helping the throat).
The voice still not up to par...but I've got a little more than 18 hours.
Hopefully the play will open well. It's all in God's hands. And even if I am singing "One Boy" or about how I hate men, I shall try to make it joyful noise unto the Lord who has given me a voice (even though it sounds ghastly right now).
Oh man, I'm so tired. I better get this dumb paper done so I can rest my little head on my little pillow.
This week I lost my voice. Usually I l-o-v-e to lose my voice. I know, its kinda dorky, but its true. I like having that rare, different, weird voice that comes once in a while. But I don't love it now. Not when I open tomooooorrrowwww. That's right, tomorrow we open, and I am Kim, and I am so singing those songs. However, singing "How lovely to be a woman" sounding more man than woman is a little....odd. So, I have (and still am) tried everything to get better: gargle with vinegar, drink a tsp. of unfiltered vinegar (yes! It was wretched!), humidifiers in my room, more gargles, too many liquids, taking more vitamins than I thought the world had, and even.....yoga poses (supposedly helping the throat).
The voice still not up to par...but I've got a little more than 18 hours.
Hopefully the play will open well. It's all in God's hands. And even if I am singing "One Boy" or about how I hate men, I shall try to make it joyful noise unto the Lord who has given me a voice (even though it sounds ghastly right now).
Oh man, I'm so tired. I better get this dumb paper done so I can rest my little head on my little pillow.