longing.

seeing live music always pains me a little inside.
there's really not much else that i enjoy as much, and yet it also has this miraculous way of making me feel melancholy.
lately, i've found myself longing desperately to be the one on stage. baring my soul and singing evocative lyrics that have come from my heart; bringing my own poetry to the masses.
last night was certainly no exception. i distanced myself from the others, and sat mesmerised on a tattered velvet chair, dreaming of the day that it would be me at the microphone.

i did, however, receive my long lost keyboard the other day, by means of delivery from a boy and a taxi. i can't express how glad i am to have it back. aside from now being able to practise for my singing exam (i am going for level 6 and 7 in the coming months), i'll be able to sit down and write properly. it's going to be a struggle to find a place for it in my wallpapered room full of old-time curios and books, but oh so worth it. if only i could find the adaptor so it actually works...




[update] i am going to start doing some open mic stuff around the city i've decided. and hopefully that will flow into doing jazz at bars, until i find my feet with my own material. i am excited.
also, i am performing this weekend. let me know if you would like details.