Help Me Get To Broadway!
Hi! I'm Victoria Wilder. I'm 23 years old, a soprano, and I live in Chicago. I grew up in Eupora, Mississippi with my mom and baby sister. I spent about 9 or 10 years there, mostly in a town I could walk across in half an hour. Everyone knew me, but I didn't know anyone for a long time because I stayed in my room. People would greet me saying things like, "You're the smart one, right?" I suppose I was (indeed, I was accepted into every college I applied to). I read every book I could get my hands on, I wanted to be a scientist, and I actually enjoyed reading my encyclopedias. I would use pictures from my encyclopedias to draw, especially animals. Horses were my favorites to draw. I drew a lot. I wrote everything, it was my main method of communication in conflict. I'd write a note and leave it for my mother on the kitchen table. I was a little bullied, I was a little strange, and I kept to myself. Everything I did had music involved in some way. For years, I wouldn't sleep without music playing. I read with it, drew with it, played my Barbies with it, ate with it. I would do small performances with friends or with my little sister. Our older sister would drill us for hours to get a song "right". It took me until my sophomore year to realize how much performing actually meant to me. But I didn't want to be a "singer" like my sisters did. I didn't want to record albums or be the next Aaliyah.
In my sophomore year, I performed on stage for the very first time, in a musical called Little Mary Sunshine. I was just in the chorus, but I fell in love. I joined the school choir every year after that, at my next two schools. I also received letters from the American Music and Drama Academy (AMDA) inviting me to tour their campus. Still, I went to college for biochemistry, then liberal arts (undeclared major), then Art. And now, I'm 5 years behind where I would be if I'd just accepted what I really wanted to do with my life. Science was practical, and I wanted to be practical. But I realize now that I want to LIVE. I want to THRIVE. I want to have the life my family couldn't because the people around them stepped on their dreams, or even kept them from having any in the first place. I don't want to just exist. I want to HURT doing what I love, working myself to exhaustion and loving every second of it. I want to feel ALIVE.
I got accepted into AMDA in May of 2012, and was poised to begin classes in October. Long story short, I was unable to acquire a much-needed loan and learned that I couldn't go two months before my departure date. I was broken...just completely and utterly crushed.
I spent the next year working towards getting into AMDA, working to afford it. In March 2013, I learned that I would have to re-audition. I had two weeks to prepare and felt good about my chances after the first week. Unfortunately, I got sick the week of the audition and gave a wreck of a performance. I mean, I certainly wouldn't have cast me after that audition. So, I accepted that AMDA was no longer an option. I don't want to wait another year to audition again on the hopes that I might get in. Even if I don't get the training I wanted there, I can still get training. I can still perform and I can still make my way to Broadway. I spent the year thinking that specific school was my only choice, but it isn't. I'm moving to New York in June, and hopefully starting at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts in the fall. I could still greatly use the help of my friends and family, all of my loved ones, to pay tuition at AADA and have a place to live. So, if you can spare any little bit, please do. I am forever grateful for all of the support I've received during this last year. You are all forever in my hearts, and I take each of you with me on this journey. <3
P.S.
My Youtube page is here: http://www.youtube.com/user/Demonaluv
And here's a link to my personal blog:
http://voixdewilder.wordpress.com
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