My bedroom, My stage

When I was 11 or 12 I would spend hours in my room performing musical numbers full out to my bedroom wall. That was the only place I felt at home. 

I was Pocahontas, Just Around The Riverbend or painting with all the colors of the wind. 

Gloria, singing about love and rhythm and dance. 

Madonna, preaching about celebrating and holidays and Bonita Islas I had never been to. 

It’s no wonder I gravitate to musical performance art over and over. 

It was my world when my world crashed. 

It was my life, the only thing that really brought me a feeling of deep joy, or deep sorrow…feeling. Emotion that was safe. It was a safe place to explore my emotions. 

It also was a great way to spend my time, I thought productively. 

So when the opportunity came to take it to stages, I was ready. 

I’m still ready. 

I still sing and perform by myself in my bedroom. Only now I do it in front of a camera. And then I send the Performance to producers and it’s called an audition. 

Weird, huh?

Still one of the only places I feel really safe and really at home.