This post is a response to this weeks 100 word challenge by http://www.velvetverbosity.com
GRUFF
All my friends liked Miss Lawson, the music teacher, she formed the school choir. I had a very melodic boyish treble voice, and I was chosen to sing several solo pieces of music, much to my delight. We had a very important performance, as I started to sing my solo, my voice suddenly became very hoarse and gruff. This ended my singing career in the choir, as my voice began to break and I developed a very deep double bass voice that bordered on sandpaper grinding on metal. Then Jazz made me a singer again with a voice like Satchmo.
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The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is “Gruff“
A voice changing at inopportune times can be a blessing and a curse. A sandpaper voice is made for jazz.
Thanks Tara~A melodic grinding can be beautiful~
There’s always a place. Always.
Indeed! ~ Thanks for sorting out the e-mail prompt issue 🙂 ~