One of the cruelest forms of torture is having no voice. I haven't had a voice since Sunday. I hate this! It doesn't happen too often to me, but when it does, it's an event.
Anyway! I went to the library last night to bring back my videos of Arabella & L'Orfeo and to pick up the copy of Cosi that had come in from another library. The man behind the desk (middle-aged, dark hair, glasses, always sweet) checked in my videos and asked, rather surprised,
"Are these operas?"
"Yes," I answered.
"You like these?" I nodded and added, a bit sheepishly,
"I hope to sing it one day."
"Really! How did you get into it?"
For once I escaped the wrath of the discouragers! He was genuinely interested. So I told him the story about how I stumbled upon my love for opera. (In short: Figaro.)
He puttered around while I talked, putting away my videos and finding Cosi for me. When I was done explaining, he handed me my 80s La Scala Cosi fan tutte and said,
"How great would that be? You're from Hicksville and you become a big diva. That would be so great..."
How cute is that? He actually took me seriously! Finally! Everyone always gives me the "you're a crazy woman" look. He actually believed me and encouraged me! There is hope!