Singing lesson numero deux...

Today was my second singing lesson (don't worry, I won't be reporting all of them, just the ones where something happens).

Well...I arrived at the music institute about 15 minutes ahead of time and even though that was exactly the time I had arrived last week, I had to wait until it was exactly twelve o'clock to go in. I was a little nervous when I first got there but by the time class started I was just glad it did.

That boy I talked about in my last post was there too this time and I have to tell you...totally over him! I, by nature, am someone who talks a lot, smiles and laughs even more and I can't stand to be in a place, especially a tiny little room with someone and not talk, and if that person isn't talkative (don't know if that's even a word) than forget it, cz I will.

A few seconds after I came in and sat on the chair near the reception desk waiting to be called in, I started thinking of a good conversation topic, but it was merely...cricket, cricket, cricket....no one spoke and I started feeling a little uncomfortable. It was the most awkward 15 minutes of my life.

Anyway, I was called in a few minutes later and the class went on great....

Until next time :)

My first singing lesson

Today was my first singing lesson!

I reached the music institute at ten minutes to twelve. The head of the institute was there and so was my future teacher ( which I was meeting then for the first time but whose pics I had already seen on facebook). There was also this gorgeous guy there...blue eyes, brown hair and a dazzling smile.

Anyway...I went into the classroom with the teacher (who's only 16 years old and a year older than me). We didn't do much singing, he taught me a few breathing techniques and gave me some homework for our next session.

Now back to the important subject....the cutest subject I've ever seen in my life! He's seriously GORGEOUS!

I was waiting for my aunt to come pick me up and was sitting out in the waiting room. After a few seconds (:P) of silence, we started talking and I found out that he was 19 years old and that he was learning the guitar. (gosh he was so cute!) Anyway! I told him my name and he told me his....the thing is....I completely forgot!

I know, I know what an idiot!

I guess I'll just have to wait for next week to talk to him...

Love you all..

Till next time :P

A beautiful future

Yesterday, I went to register for my first singing lesson ever.

My appointment was at 4p.m. but I left the house at 3 and went to my cousin Lina's house first. Of course, I asked he if she would like to come along. She agreed.

After spending about half an hour on the internet, we finally left the house. We arrived at the music institute about ten minutes later, we had walked the whole way over there. Lina wasn't a stranger to that institute, she had inquired about guitar lessons there about a year ago, but circumstances took her elsewhere.

That wasn't the first time I had spoken to the manager. I had met him a week ago when I had first dropped by to ask about the prices and schedules and then we had spoken again on the phone the morning of my registration.

While we were there, my cousin had to step out of the room to take a call, and while she was away, the manager looked at me and said "mousta2balik 7elo ya Marianne" which translates to "you have a beautiful future ahead of you Marianne". I giggled and thanked him but then asked why he was saying that. His answer was the one thing that had always reassured me that I could do whatever I wanted to do in life no matter how unrealistic that seemed to others.

He had said that it was because I had charisma and a strong personality.

You see, growing up, I was always shy and until I was 10 years old I used to cry every time anyone talked to me. Then, I hit a certain age when I had an epiphany about everything. In that same year, I found out how much I loved music and how talented I was at writing songs, I also found out I loved acting but that's a whole different story. I discovered too that, if I gave it a chance, I was really good at talking to people, especially those older than me, and I had a particularly developed skill at convincing people of my point of view.

I hate to blow my own trumpet, but I had to agree with the manager, that was something that I had always counted on and that I was never going to give up. Something that I had always had the feeling was going to take me places.

So thank you God for my ability to speak.