Aug 26, 2009 14:44
so I was sitting in the choir room last night for about an hour and I had this deep feeling in my stomach...this overwhelming feeling.
I was starting over...I was reminded of when I was 14 sitting and listening to Mrs. Packer. Remembering how I felt like I belonged in that room, even if I wasn't as talented as others...the same feeling I have now. The feeling of anxiety and curiosity--the feeling of opportunity for greatness and familiarity all at the same time.
The feeling of singing with Deirdre, Bridger, and Markus. It was all coming back.
Looking around in my History of Jazz class, the same room I will meet twice with other university singers...I didn't recognize the room or smell...the feeling was the only thing I had. And all of the sudden...I missed everything else that was so familiar for so long.
I missed the group of people I grew up with...grew up singing, laughing, misbehaving, and learning with.
The feeling of being a part of something bigger than I was...that was the only thing I had.
It was very overwhelming--I guess I didn't realize how great it was.