HELLO & HAPPY 2015! I hope your 2015 is off to a great start! I wanted to share with you some updates from my new year thus far. For starters, I finally merged my London blog to Positive Publicity, so I now have one, cohesive blog (which seriously helps me sleep better at night). You can still check those out those blog posts under the “European Travels” section. I rang in the New Year by visiting my best friend down South in San Antonio, Texas. We ate delicious Mexican food, remembered the Alamo, went two-stepping and explored the River Walk. I can’t wait to go back.
My musical and public relations aspirations have landed me the opportunity to work with the Academy of Vocal Arts in Philadelphia, which is a prestigious training program for opera singers. I’ve written a few posts on the AVA blog; The Mistress of the Mezzaluna, Opera in Athletics, #GivingTuesday, a blog post about the Grammy winners and nominees who have attended AVA, and AVAround the World November, December, January and February. which takes a look at the insanely incredible things AVA alumni are accomplishing each month.
As for my own singing aspirations? I’ve been singing for as long as I could remember. Whether it was through dancing or singing, music always inspired me and was always there for me. When I was in sixth grade, I was in a Broadway cabaret, when I asked the director if I could sing “On My Own,” my all time favorite Broadway song from Les Misérables. The director let me sing the first three lines of the song, when she told me to stop because, and I quote, I should “never sing this song.” After I’m sure what was an extremely angst-filled cry a pre-teen could possibly have, I decided not to listen to her. I’m surprised this harsh criticism didn’t deter my twelve-year-old spirit from continuing to pursue my dreams.
In seventh grade my passion grew even more, though I don’t know if my vocal abilities did. I have to wonder if my parents cringed every time I went to go shower, because they knew a mediocre performance of Cats would follow. On my thirteenth birthday, I was given the gift of voice and guitar lessons at a local music store. I cried again, but these were tears of absolute joy, not only because this was the greatest gift I could ever ask for, but also because my parents believed in my dreams. I guess those lessons began to pay off, because that same year I was given my first solo in another cabaret, where I sang “All That Jazz.” After countless musicals and voice lessons later, my musical dreams are still alive. Check out my Soundcloud and YouTube account, and let me know what you think. Happy singing and blogging friends xx
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