Through our hopefully long blogger and reader relationship, I am sure I will share with you many of my embarrassing, horrifying, and triumphant stories. I am sure you will come to find I have more awkwardly embarrassing Liz Lemon moments in my life. This moment I am about to share with you is totally embarrassing.  (Like a 7 on the Liz Lemon scale of humiliation). Note: Feel free to laugh at this story, I do…now. When I was a freshman in high school, I made friends with some really great girls who all happened to have beautiful singing voices. They had all been in their grade school productions and church choirs. Some even took voice lessons. I always wished I had a great singing voice but, more so than a great singing voice, I wished I had the guts to sing in front of other people. My lovely friends convinced me to take choir as an elective. Singing scales in front of a class of twenty five wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. People I had gone to grade school with were actually shocked at my range. Honestly, so was I. So, when auditions for the school …

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