20/31 - x365 Garry G

For four years you were my vocal instructor. I was your pet project - the only student in your studio who had never had any kind of formal training. i was like putty in your hands. i resent you for that. i drowned in your studio. There was a time when i felt confident in singing, in standing up in front of a crowd of people and letting it loose. After studying with you, every time i succeeded, it wasn't my victory - but yours for having taken me from the gutters and putting me on that stage - like Eliza Doolittle. You took away that confidence, that joy. Once singing became a chore i had to leave. Now, four years later, i'm rebuilding that joy, for me. who knows if i will ever get back on a stage, but if i do, i'll do it for me, not for you.