Ugh. Major post-blog regret. Oh, well. Sorry for the hormone-induced drama last time. I will try to tone down the diva in the future.
I am still here, waiting. Despondent; at times, desperate. I was inspired to write by Shakespeare tonight, and moved by the music of the Phantom of the Opera. Will such masterpieces move me to create my own?
Shakespeare I encountered through the movie "Anonymous", which should have a better title. I am not a good student of history, so I cannot contest its plot. But I once more saw the importance of Shakespeare's work and how it shaped the English language. Words, coming from a man, remembered for centuries. The pen is mightier than the sword indeed.
The Phantom, which I am not a fan of, I decided to listen to because everyone in Manila is talking about it. I had seen it before, famously slept through it to the chagrin of my friend who had to pinch me and remind me that I was in Las Vegas and wasting my discounted ticket to one of the world's most beloved musicals. I was exhausted from working all week and did not particularly like the music. I know. I am weird.
Music. I conducted choir practice the other night, and felt like a dismal failure. I could not play the keyboards the way I wanted to. Not anymore. I had to do it for a good friend, though. Last night, I visited another choir practice, but only as an observer. I did not sing. I did not teach a note. I did not play the piano. Being so detached, I did not seem to be myself anymore.
Much has changed, but I hope that I have not lost what had been given to me: the gift of words and the gift of music. And if I have, that it is not too late for me to recover them.