Listening to Libiamo from La Traviata
while getting ready for work, regressing
to ten years old, dancing in time with the
tune, singing along in front of an audience
Becoming Edita Gruberova in an Italian
production of the opera, entertaining my
guests while Afredo makes a toast on my
behalf, kids regarding me suspiciously
Commenting I’m making a terrible noise;
becoming an opera singer; singing celestial
songs with another’s vocal chords; the most
energizing and elevating activity I know
Now I’m ready to dance my way
all through this magical day!
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