The best teacher I ever had
I sing. I sing about anything my voice fits into. In college, it was my degree. Singing. People asked me what I studied and I said, "the voice." They were surprised to meet someone getting a masters in "singing." Either that, or they immediately ask me to sing a favorite song of theirs. Everytime I see my friend Loretta, she always has me sing "you are my sunshine" to her. She loves it. But life, as you know, isn't all singing and flowers all the time. When stress happens in outside things, jobs, breakups, family, it's almost impossible to sing the way you and others like. Your voice is tighter, your body hurts, shoulders are tense. But you can't just sing through it, it's painful to you and your listeners.
One of my teachers (jazz and classical pianist) who frequently visited Brazil with his wife knew all the ins and outs of Bossa Nova, and he suggested that I try it to ease up my tension for the rough college schedule. He was very well admired, respected, and loved by all the students and faculty. A lot of the women in the department had huge crushes on him, and I thought they were stupid. Lessons were great, so relaxing, fun. I was learning to sing these rich, hot, bossa nova songs in portugese AND we were to have a concert for fun in the summer. PLUS I would get college credits toward my degree. What could be better?
I met the players and we rehearsed and worked with some native Portugese speakers. I asked what we were to wear at the concert, my teacher joked about how in Brazil they all wear short, tight, black outfits. I teased him, telling him I'd work that out for him. He always was a tease but, very much a gentleman the same. Besides I could out-tease him any day for that matter. I could see the exact point that all these girls would fall for him. WEAK! HA HA! I'm just not that way. I can smell a tease from a mile away.
Later, my teacher wanted to have a final rehearsal before our concert to work on some specifics. We met at his studio office at the school and ran thru most of the concert with him on the piano and me singing into his mic. He said I wasn't getting the right feel for some of the music. Something wasn't right. I felt so aweful and embarrassed. How could this be? I come from a family of musicians and I can't get the right feel? But he had a point. I was hurting in my heart right then. My boyfriend promised that he would come to the concert and I had just found out earlier that day that he would miss yet another concert.
And here we were afternoon before the concert and I didn't have the right feel for it. I didn't want to make a fool out of us in front of all those people. He looked at me with a sad long gaze as if about to say something. I felt my face redden. Why was my face red? I hate when my face turns red even more than getting embarrassed because I get more embarrassed that my face turns red. Shit! I HATED it. I was so mad at him for making my face red. I just don't blush like that- that often. It was unbearable. I felt like I was going to cry. I did. Tears ran down my face. I felt so stupid. He kept gazing at me. I finally turned away completely confused as to my stupid outburst. He sat down next to me staring ahead...seemed like he was a bit awkward too. He didn't say a thing. I calmed down a bit and it was still silent. He was thinking intensely about something. "I don't know how else to explain this to you"...He broke the silence.
He looked toward me again. Then I felt his hand brush my blonde aside and cup the opposite side of my head and his lips brush my ear. One moment passed. He was still there, then he spoke in a soft velvety voice "sing-like-this-into-the-mic." He was still holding me lightly. He got up and put a book back in his shelf turning his back to me. I bet he was smiling triumphantly. I couldn't believe what just happened. At that moment, I felt like all thoughts of school girl grew up and my body sang. Dammit he won.
For shits and giggles, I wore a tight black dress and painted my fingers and toes deep red.
The concert was wonderful.
I shake my head and laugh whenever I see him...mostly in my head;) I'm glad I enrolled for those 3 credits.