Once someone sings in Carnegie Hall, they say there isn’t much further to go. I’m the sort of girl who wants to push it further.
Spring 2009: Mt. Pleasant High School’s Concert choir was invited to sing in Carnegie Hall, and I was lucky enough to be a part of it. Mt. Pleasant, Michigan is a relatively small town, so the pedestrian-filled streets and buildings tall enough to break one’s neck were prodigious. I guess you could say New York City was a bit of a rush for us. Singing in Carnegie Hall was equally, if not more thrilling. To stand on the same stage that Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, the Beatles and numerable others performed on was fantastic. But after the performance I was left feeling guilty and sad. Why? We spent months fundraising to make it to New York and perform for the elite and small group of people who could afford the ticket costing nearly fifty dollars. These people probably already had an idea of what their life would be about, and creating someone else’s inspiration seems much more noble. I want to show the lost ones how to express their own abilities. The businessman in a teetering marriage, the teenager swimming in substance abuse, the small child gone ignored because her parents are too busy to give her the attention she deserves.
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