When a former fundamentalist starts talking about hiding in their closet with a radio, the assumption is that they were listening to rock and roll. Not so in my case, I was listening to the opera broadcasts from the Met. I knew that to bring my interest in opera out of the closet was to risk serious teasing, so I only indulged on the sly.
These days I have to catch the broadcasts on the fly, because Saturday is my day to run errands. I still love opera. I find the emotion that the singers pack into the music amazing, and I become lost in their range and power. I still have to put up with a little teasing, but I'm a big girl now.
Go ahead, mock me! I love opera, and I'm out of the closet!
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