Well, I decided that I would sing with “Nessun Dorma”, and last night was the talent show…
And I’m still trying to wrap around the fact that the audience started clapping before I was finished holding the final two notes, that there was a standing ovation, and that I won an award for “Best Variety Performance”. Strangers were complimenting me left and right; I was interviewed by the my high school paper. And while my rendition had noticeable flaws that I acknowledge, the mark I left on everyone was just…incredible. Sadly, I don’t have a proper video of the performance on me, but once I do, I’ll let you be the judge.
For a very long time, I wouldn’t let anyone touch my voice. I loved to sing, but I hated the idea of someone telling me what to do and how to do it (at the time). So I taught myself. And so I’d never considered myself an opera singer. I’d tell people that because I had no formal training that I wasn’t one. All I had was a very powerful voice, a thing for pitch, and a vibrato I picked up from various tips around the Web. I also sang nearly every day in my room–singing everything from jazz to pop to musicals to instrumentals. I wasn’t an opera singer, no way. Yet when I listen to my voice being played back, I sound like a real opera singer. It’s crazy, and I almost start to cry when I think about it. Sometimes I don’t even believe it’s me on that stage. I think it’s someone else.
That night I outdid my own watered-down expectations.
While I don’t have the actual clip of me singing “Nessun Dorma”, I convinced myself to upload a video of me singing a different song–a VOCALOID song, which is all in Japanese. If my voice is able to reach strangers and friends, then I cannot hold my voice in my room anymore. If you don’t like Japanese, don’t watch it. If you’re curious, by all means, go for it. Like it or not, I don’t mind at all. We are all allowed to dislike and like things.