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As of four hours ago, I have burgundy-red hair. I begin to see what Mum meant when she told me that any freckles I have would be more visible with red hair. I thought I didn't have any, and you still can't see them unless you're looking hard, but they're there all right. I had forgotten just how much hairdye reeks, especially when you move around. Looks good, though.
Yesterday's singing lesson went well - we discovered that I'm scared of microphones and singing wrong notes by myself. The microphones was fixed easily - I'll be using one at every single lesson from now on, and I got a lot more confident using it just in yesterday's lesson. Would you believe that I'd never used one before? Any time anyone was using them for a performance, they'd go "Freya, we only have three between four singers. You sing loud enough to not need one, you'll be the odd one out." Takes some getting used to, the different sound from the speakers.
To fix the other one, I've been instructed to sing over the top of CDs, then turn the volume up so that I actually have to work to do so. I like this. I've had to work hard at not overwhelming other people's voices over the years, and this is not a direction I've gone in before. I'm just not sure that my speakers can go that loud.
The teacher liked my choice of songs - well within my range (but then, what isn't?) and with enough emotion that I can express it, and easily tweaked to make it my song.
Yesterday's singing lesson went well - we discovered that I'm scared of microphones and singing wrong notes by myself. The microphones was fixed easily - I'll be using one at every single lesson from now on, and I got a lot more confident using it just in yesterday's lesson. Would you believe that I'd never used one before? Any time anyone was using them for a performance, they'd go "Freya, we only have three between four singers. You sing loud enough to not need one, you'll be the odd one out." Takes some getting used to, the different sound from the speakers.
To fix the other one, I've been instructed to sing over the top of CDs, then turn the volume up so that I actually have to work to do so. I like this. I've had to work hard at not overwhelming other people's voices over the years, and this is not a direction I've gone in before. I'm just not sure that my speakers can go that loud.
The teacher liked my choice of songs - well within my range (but then, what isn't?) and with enough emotion that I can express it, and easily tweaked to make it my song.
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2. Yes. And the hairbrush trick works. I used to do it as a preadolescent, in front of the bathroom mirror, with no sense of irony whatsoever (back then, Being a Pop Star didn't exist as a career choice, so no-one else was doig it), because I wanted to get my mic *and* lip-synching technique perfect for telly. Yes, I knew even then that I'd be on telly.
3. Yes. And be glad that there are such things as CDs (and mp3 players, and and and...) available! I had to go out and bellow in the woods :-)
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2.1. Hairbrush... Hairbrush... I think I own one somewhere... Yes, it's the one a cousin gave me for Christmas when I was 8. Nice brush, but the only one I've ever owned. My hair always does what it wants no matter how I fuss with it, so I might as well go with either something I can't break (badly) or something that comes in packs of 10.
A low-enough bathroom mirror was only installed in the bathroom I used in my parents' house when I got tall enough to not need it.
Also, see 3.1. I shared that bathroom with my sister.
3.1. Bottom of the ladder, lowest rung. Living with any member of my family, my choice of music only gets played when there is no-one else at home, or it's my party and I've turned Dads' choice off. And my singing apparently fucked with my sisters' homework concentration. Personally, I think it was just another thing at which she couldn't be better than me. So I could either (and these are suggestions given by my father who only realised just how stupid they were after starting singing lessons himself a couple of years ago)
a) Go sing on the back lawn, just across the back fence from a kindergarten and a library and a lawn bowls green. Windy, so the music won't stay still. When not windy, pollen-y. No lights when night falls, except from the old people playing night lawn bowls next door.
b) Go sing in the shed. 100 years ago, the shed was a stable. It's still dusty, ill lit, cold except in midsummer, dusty, crowded, dusty. Did I mention crowded? There's no flat surfaces available in there.
c) Go sing in the park where I will get stares and pointed fingers during the day, and threatening people at night.
Yes, CDs are wonderful things. So is the computer I bought for myself which is the only thing I own that can play them :) The only CD player in the house belongs to my SO. The only CD player in my parents' house is the one Dad bought my sister for her 16th birthday.
Actually the thing I am most grateful for is my SO who doesn't mind me singing at the top of my lungs, or turning the music waaaay up, or playing something 'against God' or unpopular music or anything written after 1920... Au contraire, he encourages me in anything I choose to do because he can sleep through it all.