On Wednesday morning I woke up with no voice. Hoarse, sore, and miserable. Nothing was coming out. And I had a final at 2:30 that day that involved singing four songs. I think that perhaps for the first time I had a constant prayer in my heart. It was all I was thinking about and all I had was to pray, there was hardly anything else I could do.
I went very last. I thought maybe if I just had that much more time to drink water and suck on cough drops something would happen. I still felt awful when I stood up to sing, but when I opened my mouth, sound came out. It wasn't my best, but I sang. There were some spots where my voice just couldn't pull through but I actually sang much better than I would have on my first day of class this semester.