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Far too long, but jumping back on the boat

So, I just sent in my application for The Metropolitan Opera. It's unlikely that I'll get it, but I simply would like to be invited to audition. Lol, I feel like I've been out of the game for so long, it makes me worried that maybe it's been TOO long. I'm too old for the Young Artist Programs, now. I've been out of practice for almost 10 years. I've gained weight. I simply don't exude the characteristics of what I consider an artist anymore. But you know what? No time like the present to jump back on.

Slowly but surely, I've been sending myself out there for auditions, small roles, little projects, just things that I can put under my belt, projects I enjoy, and theatre that I think is worthwhile. I still have that big dream out there though. Singing for cruise ships, doing studio work, getting background tour gigs. I don't want the limelight. I just want to get paid to sing and pay my cell phone bill, lol!

So I'm going to restart this blog. Adventures, mishaps, crappy auditions, silly gigs, opera, musical theatre, plays, anything. Picking myself up again and trying to do something that stirs every string in my heart.

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