<p>Amanda, Happy Chinese New Year to you! I’ve been thinking of you. I hope you’re able to rest and take good care of yourself (despite no haircut or swept house in the immediate future). You’ve been through a lot! Rest and take comfort in your wonderful children. You’re a great mom.</p>
<p>Songbird had a triumph today. Had a very tough audition weekend…faculty interviews and essay writing yesterday, then vocal audition today. She was coming down with something…sore, scratchy throat, headache, exhausted, pale, still grieving and dealing with unexpected waves of tears that sometimes come over her at inopportune times.</p>
<p>Unlike her last audition which felt so victorious…when she was strong, well-rested, in terrific voice and firing on all cylinders…this one was one of those times when you have to claw your way up by your fingernails, fighting every step of the way.</p>
<p>This morning, in our hotel, I didn’t think she was going to make it. I had lain awake part of the night listening to her wheeze and cough. But she showered, put on some makeup and the beautiful dress, shoes, etc, and I thought maybe she’d pull it off.</p>
<p>Then, in her practice room, 45 mins before her call, her warm up didn’t sound too good. Her voice broke twice, she looked awful, and was silently fighting tears. She stopped singing and didn’t say a word. </p>
<p>I told her, "This is really, really hard, but you’re a professional and you’ve trained all your life for this kind of situation. What you have to do right now is set aside everything you’re feeling and thinking, just for a very short time. In less than an hour, you can totally fall apart and I’ll catch you. You can get back in your jammies, cry, sleep, whatever. But right now you have to call on all the strength that’s deep inside you, and all the training that’s ingrained in you, and all the composure and confidence that are part of you. You have to play the part of the “best you,” and give this the very best shot you can. </p>
<p>At that moment the knock came on the door, and they said, “you’re up.” She stood up, ramrod straight, took 2 sips of water, sprayed her throat a final time, and headed toward the door. Just before she disappeared from view, she turned, smiled with tears in her eyes, and gave me the thumbs up.</p>
<p>You wanna talk tears? Thank God I was alone in a practice room or I really would’ve embarrassed myself.</p>
<p>Then all was silent until I heard, down the hall, through the closed concert hall doors, the opening piano strains of her first piece. And then her voice. Bold, vibrant, commanding, the Italian so crisp it just cut through the air. I couldn’t believe it. (She told me later that as she walked down the hall, and then down the long center aisle of the concert hall to the stage, with each step she could practically feel adrenaline shooting into her veins and oxygen clearing her mind.) </p>
<p>Then her second piece, equally strong…she feels maybe even stronger. All I know is I was fighting back tears the whole time. Just so grateful for the blessing of this daughter, this reserved, quiet, sensitive girl with the voice of an angel, and, apparently, a will of iron.</p>
<p>I don’t care if she gets this scholarship, I don’t even know if she’ll end up at this school. But neither of us will ever forget this audition. It means more to me than almost any other accomplishment I can think of in her 17 years. </p>
<p>Tomorrow, she will leap several tall buildings in a single bound. Just kidding.
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<p>But I did tell her on the way home, “Always remember this day because this is who you are and this is what you’re made of. You can call on this person inside you again when you’re in trouble, and she’ll be there.”</p>
<p>She just smiled, and 5 minutes later was asleep. Slept all the way home, and is sleeping now. I feel more content than I have in weeks.</p>