Becca is the name. My interests include, but aren't limited to; getting too emotionally invested in the lives of fictional characters, rewatching Letters to Juliet literally every day, and (currently) learning how to pretend to be other people as a career.
And I was put in the seat instantly, of course. I said, “your honor, I can’t be a juror on a two week trial, I have opera rehearsal.” And she said, “opera huh, well, sing something for us.”
And I did. In a federal court of law, in front of the judge, 75 jurors, the lawyers and the fucking DEFENDANT, I sang o mio babbino caro.
And the judge excused me.
superb, you funky little soprano
you know, i don’t usually believe stories on this godforsaken site but this is probably the only one i buy because this is the most soprano thing of all time
every christmas i am reminded that for 18 years i believed that “i saw mommy kissing santa claus” was about the mom cheating on her husband with santa claus, instead of the dad being dressed up as santa claus and it being cute
