This is my voice. There are no others like it, and this one is all mine. My voice is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My voice, without my thought, is useless. Without my voice, I am useless. I must use my voice in truth. I must not sing like anyone else, lest I be to my own voice untrue. I must sing with my voice with that soul which is in me, and not imitate anyone else. I will...
My voice and myself know that what counts in this world is not the roles we perform, the notes we sustain, nor the applause that we get. We know that it is the ability to move people. We will move them...
My voice is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a lover. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its range, its dynamics, its breadth and its size. I will ever guard it against the ravages of criticism and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my voice limber and free. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My voice and myself are the defenders of my soul. We are the masters of my song. We are the singers of my story. So be it, until bad-singing is vanquished, and there is no auto-tune, but harmony!
Jennifer D. Behnke - February 9, 2011
written after a particularly frustrating audition experience 2 weeks prior
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