Every time I come close to an elevator I get really excited. For at least ten seconds (depending on how high up or far down I'm going) I will be by myself in a box with great acoustics. Elevators are the perfect space to sing opera! The tinny box will fill and vibrate with just the smallest note followed by a big gush of air.
Once the doors open, and I step inside, I take a deep breath in and as they close I begin to let the first notes go. Italian, French, Russian whatever has stuck since my high school choir days. Once the doors are tightly secure, I let the sound come out with more force. I am surrounded by arias, and duets, hearing the full orchestra in the back of my head, until the elevator chimes, and I am at my destination floor. Reluctantly, I pull back my enthusiasm and voice down to a whisper, then silence. My private show has ended and I will have to wait for my return journey before it can begin again.
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BP--You and I would quite an act in the elevator--with you singing and my dancing. I love how you convey the close quarters of this 'Box." What's the closest you've come to being busted? Do you tend to sing arias? Well done.
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