Before I started the audition process for The Voice, I knew a few things. I knew powerhouse singers last the longest on the show, and I knew, after all, it was reality TV. But I decided to go for it regardless, and resolved to be happy with however far (if at all) I made it. Because, let's be honest, it's not everyday that kind of exposure lands in your lap.
"You are the song burning inside of me.
You are the melody I never knew how to sing.
You're my True North guiding me home tonight.
You are the star burning til sunrise.
"Left without a hope for the morning dawn
No joy in dreaming.
Weary and afraid of the days to come
Burdened and heavy
You found me."
"Second chances and
Find me here in disarray
Left without defenses."
"My beloved and I, we walk hand in hand.
My beloved and I, we will be
Together for all of our lonely days
Til the sun falls into the sea."
"There's a freedom in her soul, it can't escape her tired bones.
She'd have galaxies to swim to go between them.
She can feel it in the wind; it's pulsing through her fingertips.
It goes and it returns without a reason. She can feel it."
You could say I'm a dreamer. In fact, I'm a very good dreamer. I'm good at dreaming of all the things I'd like to do one day. Because I'd like to go here and do that. I'd like to make this and create that. And of course I'd like to write a song about this, that, and all the others.
My art professor once told me, "Artists have to paint 100 terrible paintings before they paint one good one. So get all the terrible ones out of the way as quickly as possible."