I don’t know how to feel about a lot if things in my life, so I choose not to feel anything at all.
Is that, as an adult, when I don’t win,
When I don’t achieve,
The rain cloud appears and
I cry silently to myself the whole way home.
Hello kind artsy-fartsy tumblr folk! I just want to throw yet another starving artist plea into interweb-outerspace.
Here’s the real skinny;I want desperately to be a world famous opera singer with every single bone and drop of blood in my body. I know for a fact that I have the skill, and I have drive and the hunger. But one thing I really don’t have (and I never have) is the money. The opera world is unfair to poor-kids like me. Flying to auditions, paying for coachings, paying for application fees even is taxing on my slim artist-salary wallet.
I’m reaching out to every corner of the internet to help me make my career happen. Because this trip is the next step. This trip means that I have a chance at a JOB next year singing opera full time This means I don’t have to go back and pay 60000 dollars that I don’t have for grad school that I don’t need.
Even if you can’t contribute, I’d love it if you reblog and reblog and reblog and share with everyone you can.
Thanks tumblr, it’s been real.