every sensation on September 11, 2001. It was Tuesday. I had a voice lesson to drive to almost an hour away. I was home alone getting ready to go when I turned on the television and saw the second plane strike the second tower.
It didn’t seem real. I called John at work. Everyone there was watching television, which is what we would all do for hours and for days. It was bad to be alone.
After another hour watching the horrors, I made myself get in the car and drive to Converse College to have my lesson with Dr. Hay. When I arrived, there was almost no one on the sidewalks or in the buildings. I walked to Dr. Hay’s office/studio, where she was waiting. All I could think to say to her was, “I don’t feel like singing.”
She said to me just this: “But you must sing.”
So I sang.