“Tzippy, pretend you’re in your bedroom and no one can hear you. Pretend I’m not even here and you’re singing to yourself”
While the classroom was always intimidating to me throughout my years in school, including seminary, Hashem blessed me with many gifts that allowed me to express myself with a more creative backdrop. The stage.
I always loved performing. From the age of two, I danced and sang using mops as mics and stairs as my stage. My siblings and I would create mini concerts, and a fun Sunday activity included choreographing dance moves with my cousin.
There was one teacher in the ninth grade who lit a spark of confidence in me. I don’t know if she saw potential in me or just took pity on the shy student. She called me in to audition for a solo in the choir for the school’s annual Melaveh Malkah event. Automatically, I refused. That didn’t deter her. She kept asking me every day after class to reconsider.
“Please, just try out once and I promise I’ll stop asking you,” she begged.
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