Picking up from yesterday –
So, not to sound conceited or anything, buuuuut people loved it!
It was so gratifying.
We get so many notes in that class. Sometimes it almost feels like nearly nothing can quite be up to snuff. (I mean, it’s class. It pretty much should be that way. But I’m just saying, to set the stage, true (true) wins are hard-earned.)
And this was a true win.
There were generally very small notes about some places that could be trimmed. There was a very lively discussion of if it should end the way it did. [I’ll talk about that tomorrow.
AND… I don’t know that I will ever get over this for the rest of my life, because they are so nit-picky on songs always (again, as they should be). So, there is always something.
…
Except this time.
My feedback from one of the instructors was that my big culminating song was “perfect.” That’s right. He said perfect.
Then! To reiterate his point about it being “perfect,” he was like, “just listen to these lyrics. Let me read them aloud for you.”
[It’s better with music, but I’ll go ahead and put them here now, in case you just want to read them on the page.]
“When the Sky Is Pink Again”
Before I met the man who’s gonna marry me,
I thought the sky was blue.
With him, I saw a sky I didn’t recognize
– a world the same, but new.
There might tornadoes, tsunamis and more,
destroying and deadly, but then –
the sky is the sweetest right after a storm.
I get to breathe when the sky is pink again.
It’s weird how rainy days turn into rainbows.
They wash away the pain.
Yeah, sure, it would be cool to just have rainbows.
But they exist from rain.
There might be a downpour, get drenched to the bone.
It’s cold and it’s blinding, but then –
he opens umbrellas and hands me a towel.
I get to breathe when the sky is pink again.
In Georgia, chances rise that you’ll have hurricanes,
but people still live there.
Once you have made a home, you don’t abandon it,
although you might be scared.
I don’t know the answers. I’ve been here before
– exhausted and empty, but then –
I take in a deep breath, the air fills my lungs.
I get to breathe –
I get to brea –
[She’s interrupted]
And I’ll pick up with all the hubbub about the end of the show tomorrow!
[For more on my experience with The BMI Workshop, you can go here.
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