This is just a little note to say thank you for making my first 2 terms as a Starling so wonderful. When I think back to my first rehearsal, I remember how quiet I was and the way that my mind was running off into all the directions where things might go wrong. I'd dropped out of university a month before, I'd been put on and taken off anti-depressants, given a large supply of anti-anxiety drugs and been set up with my first CBT appointment (of this year at least...). I'd spent the last 4 months or so crying everyday as I struggled through lectures and seminars, tried to translate the alien reading and attempted to blend into the crowd of party-animal, late night-drinking, lack of sleep surviving students that seemed to surround me.
'The duke plays the fluke, the carp plays the harp' Betcha didn't know that, eh? |
Two Months later and there I was. Pimlico, first rehearsal. Meeting and greeting a group of strangers, who's names I was surely never going to learn, laughing, and smiling! It's 6 months on now and I can't say I remember much about those first few rehearsals. There were many getting-to-know-you type games and many instances where, as we began to sing old numbers, sung before by the majority, I felt I was never going to be good enough. I can't read music so I would never be able to learn 'Shake it off' or that one I really like...the one about Holy Cows and liking someone's eyes. But each week, my confidence grew. I'd go home, spend any free time I had listening to the rehearsal tracks, looking at the lyrics, and I'd stand taller the next Tuesday, singing to my hearts content.
Look at the likes! Get the reference? |
Why so serious? Because we're waiting...or counting stars |
Half way through rehearsal and we'll sit, cakes in hand, catching up, having a laugh, before we carry on singing. Cake is all the more important when you're starting choreography...this I have learnt...Choreography is hard when you fail to identify your left from your right...this I have also learnt. Forte, I love. This...I know.
Then this week, brought round the last rehearsal of the term. The last rehearsal until September when I will no longer call myself a baby Starling in the nest of Forte I call home. New people will join and I'll be part of the group that, 6 months ago, made me fall in love with singing all over again. Yet, while I'm celebrating my new status of the old rather than the new, the end of a year is the time at which we must wave some of the Starlings goodbye. Rehearsal on Tuesday was beautiful. Full of laughter and love. From the warm up activity where a hug was given to all of those in the room, to the final moment at the end where we hugged Laura, our Starling flying the nest. We hugged and we sang.
I love you all my Forte Family |
As we sang, and we said goodbye, I realised, for the first time, how different I am compared to when I walked through those doors in January. We stood round the piano, and the words surrounded my head and made me smile. Six months ago, on a Tuesday evening, I would have just finished a day of lectures and seminars, during which I would have felt ten times stupider than the week before, if that was even possible. I would probably be sitting in my room or lying on my bed, trying to psyche myself up to do anything, whether it be trying to read the notes I don't understand for Friday, or even find myself some food. Two Hours later and I'd probably still have been sitting in the same spot, probably crying and probably struggling, ever-so-slightly, to breathe.
...and my Starling Arts family |
However:
I've heard it said,
That people come into our lives
For a reason
Bringing something we must learn.
And we are led to those
Who help us most to grow if we let them.
And we help them in return.
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you
So thank you Forte. Thank you for helping me to breathe again, and most importantly, for putting a smile back on my face.
I know I am who I am today because I know you.
I mean? What's not to love about this bunch of crazy humans! |
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