“Too embarrassed even to try as long as everyone was looking at me, I made what was probably a fairly unique request. ‘Um, I’ll have a go. But I can’t do it if you’re all looking at me. Can I go inside the wardrobe and sing from there?’ The others looked at me strangely, possibly beginning to worry about the apparent absence of any stage personality in this girl they had just recruited, but to their credit they agreed, without killing themselves laughing, and so in I went. From inside my hidey-hole I sang David Bowie’s ‘Rebel Rebel’. I emerged to a very positive response, the others all declaring that I sounded like Siouxsie Sioux – I was trying very hard to – and while I was quite pleased with myself, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to do it in front of an audience. We could hardly take the wardrobe around with us.”
In this quote from Tracey Thorn, she reflects on a moment of stage fright and embarrassment while auditioning for a band. Thorn's vulnerability shines through as she admits to being too self-conscious to perform in front of others, preferring instead to hide in a wardrobe while singing. Despite her initial hesitation, Thorn receives positive feedback from her bandmates, who compare her singing to that of Siouxsie Sioux. This anecdote highlights Thorn's insecurities and doubts about her own abilities, as well as the importance of support and encouragement from others in overcoming our fears.
In this passage, musician Tracey Thorn reflects on a moment of vulnerability and creativity from her past. She is hesitant to perform in front of others, but finds a unique solution that allows her to express herself. This anecdote is a reminder that it's okay to have moments of self-doubt and to find unconventional ways to overcome them. It also speaks to the importance of creating a safe space for oneself in order to take risks and showcase one's talents.
In this excerpt, Tracey Thorn recounts a moment of vulnerability and self-consciousness when asked to sing in front of others. She makes a unique request to sing from inside a wardrobe to alleviate her stage fright. This showcases a humorous and endearing anecdote about overcoming fear in a creative way.
This excerpt from Tracey Thorn showcases a moment of vulnerability and bravery as she overcame her stage fright by singing from inside a wardrobe. Reflecting on this passage, consider the following questions:
“[T.J.] Without thinking, I held them out to her. She stopped laughing, and looked at me like she wasn't quite sure what I meant. I waited, and she leaned toward me and opened her mouth. I slid my fingers inside, wondering if my eyes were as big as hers. When she sucked the breadfruit off, my breathing got all messed up."More?"She nodded, just barely, and her breathing didn't sound right either. I scooped up some breadfruit and this time, when I put my fingers in her mouth, she put her hand on my wrist. I waited for her to swallow and then I lost my shit completely. I grabbed her face with both hands, and I kissed her, hard. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue inside. I could have kissed her for days, and if she told me to stop I wasn't sure I'd be able to.”
“And all the while I try very hard to keep my eyes from darting to Sean because I'm quite certain that no one at the table will be able to miss how I look at him and how I find him looking back.”
“I was trying so hard to be what everyone wanted me to be, and yet every time I looked around, I was failing.”
“When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn’t a bad sad at all. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.”
“He said there were going to be literary parties. I tried to imagine a literary party and was unable to. It was a very abstract effort, like trying to imagine a triangle or a cube. Wearing a suit made me feel even more abstract. I had a mental picture of me inside my suit, inside a party, inside a building, inside San Francisco. I didn't know what I was doing, inside so many things that were unlike me.”
“[T.J.] I kissed her as soon as we were inside her apartment, and I wasn’t gentle about it, holding her face firmly in my hands and pressing my lips hard against hers. She wasn’t anyone’s to own – I knew that – but right then she was mine.”