|The pictures in my wallet
||[Feb. 3rd, 2004|02:54 pm]
Okay, please bear with some proud Mommy bragging.
My younger daughter has been able to carry a tune since before she could talk - she would literally crawl around on the floor at 9 months, burbling recognizable songs to herself. When we lived in Anchorage she auditioned for and was accepted into the Anchorage Children's Choir, an award-winning ensemble, and was the youngest member of the main choir, one of only about half a dozen children in that group who were not in the traveling choir simply because they were too young. There are few opportunities as good as that one was.
Now she is living with her dad and stepmom in Massachusetts, an hour away from Boston and the children's choir that performs regularly with the Boston Pops. This is a whole new stratosphere of singing, though, and if she is to make it into this choir she will need serious vocal training. Her stepmom finally procured her an audition with a highly recommended vocal coach. At first he refused to see her - he doesn't coach children - but was finally talked into giving her an audition for the experience. We all hoped that she would at least impress him enough that he could recommend someone else who does take children.
He accepted her as a student. Stepmom described him as a "Non-efeminate, gay, Broadway producer." He made sweeping arm gestures. He called my daughter "Babycakes." He completely took her aback. And in the time she was there he markedly improved her singing. He said she had a lot of raw talent, and the kind of discipline necessary to make it worth his while. She found him irritating but a great resource. It may not be the perfect match, but there will be learning. Yay.
And the older one has been accepted into the college that she wanted. This is the kid who almost flunked out her freshman year of highschool, managed to get suspended twice and expelled once, had to change high schools for her senior year - and is now an Honor Role student. She used her essay to talk about her journey to discipline, and the Dean of Admissions hand-wrote "I really liked your essay" on her admissions letter. She's thrilled, we're thrilled. There will be a trip to Cape Cod in June for graduation.
Okay, brag mode /off.