{ 19th April 2017 }
I performed one of my pieces solo for this year's recital.
Told a story through loops and a monologue.
This is a transcript of that monologue.
Oh, the reason why I suddenly switched to Mandarin at the beginning was because the person this was about was there and I chickened out. Half of my mind started frantically translating the whole monologue to Mandarin before the other half of my mind took over, told me to breathe, and be brave.
Update: 18th June 2018
This was my submission for the Daisie 100, here's the synopsis that accompanied it:
This performance was for my 2nd year college recital. It details a friendship that I hoped could become something more, but ultimately disappointed and hurt me.
This performance marked a growth in myself as an artist and a person. It was the first time I was able to let myself and all the emotion I had hoarded within me go. The first time I finally found the courage to share my true feelings with the world. The first time I performed something that was honest, that was true, that was real, that was me.
It also documents the last time I held on to these feelings, as after this I finally found the strength to move on from this person.
Oh, the reason why I suddenly switched to Mandarin at the beginning was because the person this was about was there and I chickened out. Half of my mind started frantically translating the whole monologue to Mandarin before the other half of my mind took over, told me to breathe, and be brave.
Update: 18th June 2018
This was my submission for the Daisie 100, here's the synopsis that accompanied it:
This performance was for my 2nd year college recital. It details a friendship that I hoped could become something more, but ultimately disappointed and hurt me.
This performance marked a growth in myself as an artist and a person. It was the first time I was able to let myself and all the emotion I had hoarded within me go. The first time I finally found the courage to share my true feelings with the world. The first time I performed something that was honest, that was true, that was real, that was me.
It also documents the last time I held on to these feelings, as after this I finally found the strength to move on from this person.
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One day, all of this will just be another story to tell.
