Tuesday pm From the Countess
It is Tuesday evening and we are staging the finale of Act II of Figaro in the drawing room of this impressive Country House. An imposing fireplace is behind me, bookshelves line the walls, the smell of noble dust is heavy in the air (and the lungs!) but we keep singing; surprisingly on pitch!
'She is desperate, trying to persuade the man she loves to see reason and he throws her to the ground,' instructs the director. The fine line between love and hate becomes a tightrope which I am walking along as Classical Mozart's delicate music becomes as lusciously emotive as Romantic Mussorgsky.
This was truly a moment when I became La Contessa.
It is Tuesday evening and we are staging the finale of Act II of Figaro in the drawing room of this impressive Country House. An imposing fireplace is behind me, bookshelves line the walls, the smell of noble dust is heavy in the air (and the lungs!) but we keep singing; surprisingly on pitch!
'She is desperate, trying to persuade the man she loves to see reason and he throws her to the ground,' instructs the director. The fine line between love and hate becomes a tightrope which I am walking along as Classical Mozart's delicate music becomes as lusciously emotive as Romantic Mussorgsky.
This was truly a moment when I became La Contessa.
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