'If you sing loud and clear, someone passing by will surely hear you...'
Emilie Autumn – Rapunzel
I'd always wanted to be a singer, for as long as I could remember. As a little girl, I would always hum my own compositions around the house. My parents joked about never being able to shut me up.
Music was always a sort of emotional outlet for me. When I was happy, I would sing. When I was sad, I would sing. When I was furiously angry, I would sing. (It always seemed to lessen my somewhat stormy temper.)
I only really sang for myself. No-one particularly wanted to listen to me, anyway. It was always, 'Celestina, could you be quiet, dear?' or 'Celestina, you're disturbing your dormmates!'
My friends didn't want to hear my new songs, and my parents were much too busy to care.
I suppose the irony of it all was that I desperately wanted someone to listen, to be touched by my music. But no-one ever was, really. Even now, people come up to me and tell me how cheesy and annoying my songs are.
If only I could have been a better songwriter, a better friend, a better daughter, maybe things could have been different. If only…