Bold As Love

I should probably go ahead and figure out what I’m singing for auditions tomorrow. I need something that shows my range and tells a story. Hmmmm. I really want to sing “The Earth and Other Minor Things,” but I know that doesn’t really show my range. I could do “I Have Dreamed,” but I honestly hate that song. And while “Much More” tells a story and kind of shows my range, I don’t really think it’s appropriate for this audition. Guh! It really is a shame that my voice teacher is the director, so she can’t help. I think I’ve narrowed it down to “Once You Lose Your Heart” and “Some Things Are Meant To Be.” I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to stop avoiding extremely high songs and just accept the voice God gave me. 

Oh, and I forgot that I have a sight singing test tomorrow. That should go swimmingly. 

I need to get off the computer now. I’m wasting time. Goodnight.

This has been such a tough week in my small town. A local teacher was found murdered in her boyfriend’s home. This woman grew up with my father, as did the man who murdered her. I’ve been to a lot of funerals in my life, far too many in fact. I have so many friends who have never even been to a funeral, but I’ve had a lot of people who I have been very close to die. Over the years, funerals have gotten easier. I know better how to cope with losing people, but yesterday’s funeral was different. Mrs. Keller didn’t just die; she was murdered. I watch the news and I hear about people being killed all the time, but it’s totally different when you actually know the person taken. It doesn’t make sense to me that someone could take someone else’s life. She was a wonderful lady: mother, daughter, and friend. Her students loved her and I know those who had her will always be grateful for the days they were able to spend in her classroom. 

I’m so grateful that Mr. Skeet is okay. He is such an important figure in this community, and I don’t know how people would handle losing him. I can’t wait to see him soon and just hug him. 

I can’t believe all that has happened this year. From the disappearance of Haley Cummings to Mrs. Sandy unexpectedly passing, Palatka has been through a lot. I’m praying all this madness is over. This town just needs peace right now.