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Solo, Han please sing.

I bet his song was about somebody else’s daddy or a confused girl who seemed to be in love with her brother.

I don’t know where that came from. Just a trip into a bit different.

This was a prompt from the Random Word Generator. Sometimes random feels personal!

I could spend hours in therapy over this word. That may be one of the most exciting words while being the most perspiration producing of all times.

I remember the first day of voice classes. I had decided never to come back. I wouldn’t walk out like one guy. That would draw too much attention. But why’d I come to this class? No, nope!

I took 8 semesters and then voice classes with the teacher. I ended up soloing in local churches, singing with a Renaissance recorder group. We even made a recording in a studio. My prof sent students to me. Yeah.

But piano accompaniment was also part of the class for me. Whereas I learned to love singing solo, I’m still terrified to play the piano in front of people.

On the flip side of it all. I haven’t sung a solo for decades. Now I think I’d nearly die. But really, I miss singing.

Well, that sums it up. Therapy is too expensive. You’re welcome.

When you can’t hear it, it’s Solo.

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