Saturday, 1 June 2013
Singing lessons. Who, me?
I am waiting, with some trepidation, for my singing coach to arrive. I’ve never done anything like this before and have no idea a – what to expect, or b – how I’ll cope. I’ve always loved to sing, but NEVER on my own, always as part of a choir. When I sing solo, it’s at home, with the volume up (when the neighbour’s are out). I go hell for leather and end up straining my voice in under five minutes.
The teacher is coming to the house which is amazing as that makes it so much easier for me. I found her on Gumtree. There’s all kinds of stuff on there. Well worth a look.
Now for some toast to settle my insides while I wait for half past ten.