My name is Joyce, and this summer marks my transition into life as a full-time soprano. The classical music scene is a tough one. There aren’t many tattoos, piercings, gun-fights, or gangs, but it’s cut-throat, under-funded, and over-saturated with sopranos.
Sopranos. They’re everywhere. I trip over them. I even live with one (but she’s wonderful). And I have voluntarily signed up to compete with them for the rest of my days. Voluntarily may not be the right word – let’s say my own sense of preservation forced me to re-evaluate my life on a grey cloudy morning while running on a treadmill. It was not a pretty day, and my mood was just as uninviting and uninspired. The thought of repeating the same routine was breathtakingly depressing, so how would I go through the same motions the rest of my life?
Something had to give. That something turned out to be my job because I was laid off later that month. The universe truly works in mysterious ways.
That was the turning-point, the moment when I stopped digging myself deeper into a pit of emptiness and accepted singing as my passion. 2.5 years later, I am getting ready to move to San Francisco for a summer opera program and then to Arizona for my master’s in opera performance. It will be a busy transition, but it’s only the start.