SOPRANO 2

And suddenly I want to have a singing career.

I did my usual explanation that I am not a singer and I was sick so pardon my voice. I feel that if i begin to croak, a Korg keyboard would be hurled like a boomerang on my throat. Mr. Music just flashed a grin.

Blues singer Billie Holiday came into mind as i was belting out a few lines from Whitney Houstons' "The Greatest Love of All". At least, i was comforted by my mental image. I was able to introduce myself through my voice by croaking some ma-ma-maaaaaa with serious listening of the tones struck by the keyboard and another round of vocal range test.

Oh dear, i was just singing. What the fuck was my fuss all about? It wasn't as if i was singing in front of Hitler who could decapitate me with a bread knife if he doesn't like it. It was just singing, it's as normal as peeing.

Our master musicman, a UP vocal coach with the striking image of a mongrel, made me sit down and listed my name under S2.

I asked a friend what does S2 mean.

"Ano yun sinto-sinto yung boses ko?"

"Gaga! Soprano 2 ka. Umupo ka dun sa kabila, alto dito"

At the risk of exagerration, I went out of the Aldaba Hall and fell silent to thank God. I was that thankful. A sublimal urge told me that i should take advantage of this. Lola geng, karirin mo na ito. Right now, I am listening to Les Miserables particularly Javert's Suicide Soliloquy. I like Javert more than Jan ValJean. Such a grim and dark character.