My Emotional Opera House and What Feelings I Allow In It

I can’t remember when I decided I liked Opera. It seems it was decided for me when I began to release the young-minded ideas that modern music was the only option. My mom, always the supporter, bought me an Andrea Bocelli CD shortly after high school. I listened to it often and could feel my apprehensive love of the sound of an Opera developing. My sisters and I attended an event years ago, and one of the singers was Nathan Pacheco. It was early in my confidence to publicly close my eyes and take in what I heard. I couldn’t help it. It felt like the music forced my eyes closed so my heart could fully absorb the sound. Eyes closed, heart open, and suddenly, I could feel a change in my air space. I peeked one eye open, and there she was, eyeball to eyeball, peering back at me, stifling a giggle and breaking the trance. <a href="https://medium.com/@jlstolworthy/my-emotional-opera-house-and-what-feelings-i-allow-in-it-430c41242a1f">Click Here</a>