Post by JESSICA NICHOLE LIVINGSTON on Feb 4, 2013 0:29:42 GMT -5
"One of the most important aspects of producing a pleasurable tone quality is having breath control. Now I know you're probably all wondering what breath has to do with vocal performance, but I will tell you right now that it has absolutely everything to do with it! Tomorrow we'll be doing some exercises that will help us connect our voice properly to our breath. Class dismissed." Today had been a rough class for the music professor. Jessica was not a fan of teaching class 'lecture style,' and she knew that the students certainly didn't care for that, but it was necessary for the lesson. Almost all of her students gave her the death stare at least once during the class, and even Jessica herself could feel the lesson dragging on and on. It was simply one of those days, but now that class was over she could go to the staff room for a nice cup of coffee to keep her going.
Today the forty something professor was on edge, and she knew it wouldn't take much to push her over. Last night she hadn't gotten much sleep after hearing about how one of her students was currently in the hospital. She didn't know the intimate details, but the faculty were told enough to get a general picture. When she got to the staff lounge she made a mad dash for the coffee. Jessica was living on caffeine to get through the day. She filled her mug with the hot, black liquid and put some creamer in before going to take a sip. Obviously her coordination was not up to par from her lack of sleep because she spilled the hot liquid down her shirt, and she dropped the mug from the shock. "Fffffuu! Oh Stephen Sondheim save me," she said making sure she didn't say the full explicative. As a professor she wasn't supposed to swear, especially not in school.
She went over to the mirror hanging in the back of the room and groaned at the sight of her coffee stained red blouse. Thankfully she had a spare shirt in her classroom just in case something like this happened. For now, she unbuttoned her shirt and figured she could make it back to her room in her camisole without drawing too much attention to herself. Once that was settled she went to clean up the mess she had left on the floor only to find the blue eyed French and History professor standing in the doorway. How long had she been standing there? Jessica cleared her throat and tried not to blush from the humiliation. Great. This was just what she needed. A nervous laugh escaped her lips. "It happens to the best of us, right?"