on performing

I’m writing this on the N train, currently performing the part of restaurant server. All black attire—trading my usual yellow or silver shoes for black New Balances. All black. Dim it.

“All color, bring up the stage lights,” I remember my voice teacher, Diane, instructing the crew. Nervously excited, we stood ready to run our dress rehearsal. This was my first time performing outside musical theatre—something I grew up doing as a kind of two-for-one activity for my parents, corralling my brother and me into the same space. I liked the singing, the stories. That’s what eventually led me to songwriting.

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