After the daily scratch of the belly and gargle of the mouthwash this morning (not to mention the feeding of the hungry beast within and clothing myself) I walked into a beautiful, white hallway on the second floor of Manhattan School. I was surrounded by a gaggle of my peers, all equally anxious about what the day was to bring and who we would meet. In true musician-like fashion none of us had received anything resembling a schedule. "Does anyone know what the hell is going on?" was my meek and humble question to the dapper gentleman next to me. "Hell no. This is a hot mess", he replied. And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you find your gay man friend.
It was so refreshing to be around people who truly and deeply love the same thing you do... MUSIC. Every single friend or acquaintance I have made is so down to earth and personable. Musicians can be the greatest friends to have because nothing is off limits, laughter is mandatory and life is lived openly and freely. Every now and again you get your musician/singer who is a total pain in the ass. I haven't personally met any diva/prima donnas yet but I've heard rumor of a few. I'll steer clear.
For the placement audition this morning I sang "She Walks In Beauty" with lyrics/poem by Lord Byron and music by my grandfather, Nicolas Flagello. It was so appropriate for me to sing that in so many ways. My grandfather walked these halls years ago and now I'm walking them today. Simply by being here, in this crazy-wonderful city, this magnificent school, with these incredible people, I am walking in beauty just as I suspect he did. Oy! Now I'm all verklempt.
Peace, Love and Beauty,
Geni
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Geni! I think your selection of "She Walks in Beauty" to your grandfather's music was a beautiful decision! I almost cried when I read that part!!! How perfect for you to have done that!
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