There they were. Hanging in all their glory. The amazing red and black robes of the Advanced Choir. These robes were given only to the finest singers in high school. And I wanted one. But the only feature on my portfolio was annual Christmas caroling. Not impressive compared to the ex-American Idol contestants in the group. With visions of myself in the beautiful robe, I sat in the auditorium waiting for my turn to audition.
I listened for the Chorus Director to call my name on stage, I thought back to my first audition ever... It was 4th grade, we were performing Beauty and the Beast. I wanted the role of Babette, more than anything, and I was excited to try out. My audition was great... Or so I thought. I didn’t get the role of Babette, I got some forgettable two-line role. I went home that afternoon and cried my heart out while lying on the kitchen floor. Not knowing how to express my emotions any other way; I vowed never again to try out for anything…
The voice of the Director calling out names pulled me out of my memory. I was coming up after a few more students. My nerves and excitement continued to build.
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"Tamira Powe, please come to the stage.
Tamira Powe". Back in real time, it was my chance to shine on stage. To earn the black and red robe. The audition began with a Major scale, and remembering The Sound of Music, made me successful. As I improvised the other two scales, I locked eyes with the confused face of the Director, and her Assistant. This is not going well. Next was sight reading. They expected me to do ten measures. I survived two. I sang a quartet piece - both alto and soprano parts. As I sang, I pictured myself in the black and red robe. Believing myself to be the one rare freshman who would get Advanced Choir. I had to convince them I was
extraordinary. The next day, I found the audition results on the school website. My name was not listed. Disappointment came over me again. But now, I focused on ways to manage my emotions, I made the decision to persist and persevere. Music and singing were outlets for my emotions, and I was not ready to give up on or sacrifice that outlet. I enrolled in entry-level chorus. My prize was a standard, rundown, unembellished red and white robe. For two years, I proudly wore this robe. I practiced, as much as possible. I poured my anger, sadness, and joy into every performance. The more I engaged with my voice, the more I found a community in the music department that I never expected to find. My music opened me up for communication. Every Friday, a music themed joke. Every Monday, a classmate’s weekend highlight. The spring of my Junior year, I decided to take a chance and audition again for Advanced Choir. The coveted red and black robe. I entered the auditorium - a place I had become familiar with since my first audition. The pressure was on, but I felt great. Knowing in my heart that this time, I was extraordinary. Every measure had meaning. Every note had an emotion. Each breath had its own beat. I received the results two days after my audition. Four years since my rejection. Four years since the music went from hobby to expression. Four years since I set a goal. Four years of long nights studying sheet music. The robe was mine. As it now hangs in my bedroom, the robe embodies my pursuit of excellence. It reminds me why I persevere. I'm learning, growing, creating, and focusing on the work required to make my dreams come true - with my voice. And the whole world is listening.
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I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
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