I sing inspired, happy, fulfilled … The lights beating my face, the energy on stage whispering good emotions to make me keep going with all surrender… I absorb every fraction of a second of each moment I fully live on stage… The piece ends, that happiness fulfills me completely, the applauses pop – some more sincere than others, but there in the middle they are not distinguishable – and that compliment delights me. The lights of the room turn on, I manage to recognize the faces on the audience… Or maybe not…

Unfortunately not always I can count on “my people” on the other side: some concerts are far away; sometimes work do not allow the presence of those I love; some people have already listened to me and feel they did their job already (they don’t understand the distinct magic of each unique project I take on stage); some friends forget; some colleagues get sick, others get lazy… I can’t find that smile “of mine” from the audience at the end of the concert! The lights shut down, I change clothes in the dressing room, I get out from artists door, nobody waiting… I don’t have the right of getting “my” hug in the end!

I enclose myself in an inner smile which warms me. I feel that bittersweet happiness of being living a fantasy that suddenly has ceased to be and became reality… That reality which adjusts the dreams in the best way…

“My people” are not always there…

by Marina Pacheco

[Photo: Krystallenia Photography]