As for singing voices, my father declared I didn't have one. He heard me singing in our yard once when I was pruning shrubbery. He just scoffed and said, "You can't sang!" (he indulged in countrified lingo from time to time).
Still, I enjoyed singing. Signed up for choir when I went to college. All you had to do was be there and you got a credit for combined semesters.
Then I got cast in a musical. The music director was in charge of the college's "touring choir" (for which auditions brought some voice majors to their knees). The music director was a professor for voice in the music department.
I "had" to audition for the play (because I was a theater major), and I talk-sang my way through "What Kind of Fool Am I?" My right arm when numb about halfway through it. I concentrated hard to remain on key, and when it was over I left the theater. I later learned I had been asked to come back the next night. I was cast as "Matt" in "The Fantasticks". My father and mother were in the audience one night. Never heard a negative word. In fact, my father wanted to know if I wanted to audition for the North Carolina School of Performing Arts. He said he had "no idea"....
At any rate, I didn't think I was any great shakes as Matt. But one day, the music director asked me to come to the choir room at a specific time. When I arrived, he introduced me as the "newest member" of the touring choir. I was in heaven.
My friends in the regular choir hated my guts. Some voice majors not in touring choir hated my guts.
I didn't care. I still don't!!!
