Memory (cue the harp music):

Music camp, a dozen years ago. I’m watching in awe (and not a little envy) as another camper performs in the student concert.

She seems so relaxed and confident onstage. She owns the stage, has the audience in the palm of her hand.  How does she do it, I wonder?

I’m careful not to let anyone know, but I harbor a secret fantasy of being able to perform like that. Maybe even being paid to sing!

Of course, I know this is impossible, but that doesn’t stop me dreaming. In my dreams I sing for appreciative audiences around the country. [Read more…]