Singing – The not-so-impossible dream

by Ben Herrington

After passing by Altered Stage every morning and evening, for close to a year, as I walked to and from work, and each time, inevitably, trying to convince my anxiety that years of singing punk rock in the shower would surely springboard me to rock superstardom (which arguments my anxiety would smartly dismiss by pointing out that I was not only tone deaf, but barely able to play the cowbell), on a cold February morning, upon arriving at my desk I finally decided to tell it (my anxiety) to STFU and I rang the telephone number listed on Altered Stage’s webpage.

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