One day, in mid-October, she stood. Alone in a room with a sole microphone, she began to sing. Her voice grew higher and louder and higher and louder until eventually, she paused. She began again, soft, yet strong. What could possibly be pressing on her heart that would cause her to feel this way? She was holding something. She was looking at a piece of paper as the melody flowed out of her mouth like a river. It was so varied--peaceful at one moment and running for its life the next. Tears dripped from her cheeks onto the page that contained every word that came out of her mouth.
Band, music, media arts, youtube tutorials, and practice.
MacBook
Adobe Creative Suite
Translating (Spanish to English)
Proofreading
Editing (Text)
Editing (Video)
Editing (Picture)
Editing (Sound)
Composing (Music)
Bassoon
Clarinet
Flute
Piano