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If I could also throw my hat into the ring, as they say.

You are just beginning, as you said, and therefore your teacher should not expect perfection out of you. A teacher will be lenient and recognize when you’re having trouble or struggling with a section.

If a teacher say you’ve let them down, then they aren’t a good teacher.

A good teacher should search for the things you did well instead of focusing on the things you may have stumbled over. They will need to point out the fumbles, yes, but in a way that will help you grow and correct those mistakes.

As for helping your anxiety, I agree with Erik. Singing to yourself first and learning how to keep it in check on your own will help. But I do suggest learning grounding techniques - things to bring your focus back to center in public when you’re having a hard time. Repeat mantras: “I’m in a safe place. This is a place for learning.”

And above all else, if you are comfortable, discuss this with your teacher. They should be more than willing to accommodate their teaching style to fit you to help you grow.

I wish you the best on your endeavors,

Mme. Giry

Honorable maestro, I hope you are faring well in this trying times.

I do have a question for you, Monsieur, if you'd oblige a humble soul like mine.

I am a soprano whom has just begun taking private opera classes. This is very recent, so I have a long path ahead. I'm scared I will let my teacher down, but I am trying to study the best I can. I am very dedicated, but...

My question goes: do you have any tips as to control anxiety? It overwhelms me, sometimes, when I sing.

I will be thankful already if you read this at all.

With my kindest regards,

Juliana

Juliana, I recommend first singing to yourself, and not in front of anybody...but I do sincerely hope that you realise recognising that the anxiety is an issue for you is quite a major step. It's not easy, but I believe you can make it work.

I remain, madame, your obedient servant

-O.G

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LND!Meg and LND!Madam Giry are the worst versions I’ve ever seen.

I do quite enjoy the music, sets, new characters, costumes, and such. The plot and characterization is just a disaster.

What is your opinion of Meg Giry?

She is quite enjoyable to be around...with the exception of the one we never bother talking about, due to her...past actions

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@ask-mothergiry​ Ask and you shall receive

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“I have tea for you, ma chère,” spoke the ballet mistress, setting both mugs down on the side table near the fire. “Stop that and come drink it, it’s too dark for you to be painting!”

She was right, it was well into the evening and the firelight was not enough. The blonde reluctantly set down her paintbrush with a sigh, rubbing at her eyes before she rose from the chair in the corner.

“How is it coming?” the ballerina questioned as the other woman joined her on the sofa. The florist had a passion for painting the flowers she arranged, and she covered canvas after canvas in brightly colored petals. 

“Well enough. The lilacs are giving me some trouble, but hopefully I’ll be able to sort them out tomorrow. How was your rehearsal today?”

The answer began with an exasperated sigh. “I suppose we’re in a good place to open this weekend, as far as the production is concerned. But Poligny is an imbecile, and I don’t know what more I can do, they won’t listen to me, they don’t think I have any idea how the Opèra should be run, and there’s only so much I can-”

“Antoinette.” The blonde silenced her with a gentle hand on her cheek. “It’s not your responsibility to run the entire Opèra singlehandedly. You do such a wonderful job with the ballet, focus on that. And then be there to say ‘I told you so’ when the managers fail.” Both women smiled, amused at the idea.

“Thank you, Hélène. You are too good to me.” Antoinette tilted forward and was met halfway in a kiss, the hand on her cheek finding its way into her hair.

“Well,” murmured Hélène, pulling away only enough to meet the brunette’s eyes. “I’m sure I could be at least a little better to you if you came upstairs with me.”

“You’re terrible!” Antoinette replied, though her laugh contradicted her words.

“Mais oui, mon amour!” The blonde agreed with a grin, pulling her lover in for another kiss.

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Madame Giry is a distinguished lesbian meanwhile Meg is a disaster lesbian

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erik: vodka martini.

madame giry: shaken? stirred?

erik: do i look like i give a damn?!

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So have I mentioned at any point that I ship the hell out of Nadir and Madame Giry? It makes sense, if you think about it: to put up with that much nonsense from Erik, they’d have to be sympatico. Madame Giry would be absolutely enthralled with the wild stories Nadir told, and he’d be tongued-tied every time she danced. For most of it, each would keep it to themselves, but eventually, Erik would throw up his hands and go, “For the love of God, quit salivating from a distance and bloody court each other!”

And then they’d fight crime and solve mysteries and beat the crap out of Erik together, the end.

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[Christine unmasks the Phantom during Point of No Return]

Madame Giry:

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You should be asking what makes me believe you couldn’t. For a little chaos, you’ve been known to do just about anything.

Seriously I would like to know your opinion about situation.

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I leave for two seconds and you’re planning a revolution! Do you remember who is paying your salary?

Seriously I would like to know your opinion about situation.

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If someone warns you enough about consequences, you think they would eventually learn. These men have the brain capacity and collective intelligence of an unhinged door still pretending to be a door that falls anytime someone breathes too hard in its direction.

Seriously I would like to know your opinion about situation.

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I’d say it would be illegal but you have never quite cared what the law says.

Erik, how are you handling the Corona Virus? You gonna be okay under the Opera House?

I am well, believe me, no one comes down here…

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Isolation is more insufferable than you are, dear. (Meg and I are stuck together and we’ve nearly tried to kill each other at least three times now.)

Erik, how are you handling the Corona Virus? You gonna be okay under the Opera House?

I am well, believe me, no one comes down here…

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"Raoul! Keep your hands to the level of your eyes! The phantom's right behind you! OH MY GOD, HE HAS AIRPODS! HE CAN'T HEAR US!"

Madame Giry, probably during Final Lair