In the Silence of the Night
I had a really long day. But won’t get into that. I’m kind of teary eyed right now. Before this whole cyst bull shi* I was a great singer (not to sound cocky), but that was going to be my career, and then I got sick. And it just seems ever since 2002 my body has slowly been dying. It gets depressing, it does. Tonight a friend of mine uploaded an old recital video from 1999, I was singing Rachmaninoff’s In the Silence of the Night. I loved Rachmaninoff, and so my voice teacher had arranged it for me to sing that song even though it was traditionally sung by a baritone. I’m a mezzo so, or I was, anyway, I just watched this video and I remember that night so well. You could even say I was really sick then too. You can see it all over my face how much pain I was in. And no one knew what was happening inside of my brain, I didn’t even know I had this thing growing there messing my body up like no body’s business. It’s just when you look back and see the potential you had, and see where you could have ended up, but then look at where you have ended up, and it is nowhere all because you got sick. It just gets too you sometimes. And tonight it is getting to me.
