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There was resonance and timber! During those 4 days, I was actually physically "working out" my larynx, like a body builder works out his biceps.

My face flushed red and my tears were falling so easily.I never cried! It made me so mad.

Like I don't have a right to try! I remember to this day, how starkly the word "VOICE" echoed in my mind.

In fact I was so motivated, I quit class for 4 days.

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Out of circulation after only 6000 copies.

It gave me ideas I didn't even think were possible.

I forgot about class that day.

I began to thank Peter Anderson in my prayers.

I was done crying and was just sitting there, the fear beginning to loom in the back of my mind again, as I realized soon, I was going to face direct ridicule and laughter at my actions that day for asking Mary out.

I dried my tears and was spent.

After 30 minutes my emotions subsided, I just sat there, looking blankly at a bunch of books sitting on the table I was seated at.

But it didn't do what I hoped it would do.

I was like a mental vacuum cleaner, sucking up every scrap of information I could get.

It was unstoppable.

By the second day I began to notice a distinct control over the timber of my voice.

I remember finding a quiet place in the college library, way in the back, after my exchange with Mary.

I didn't know what I was looking for, but I knew I had something here.

I read the front cover, then the back cover.

The book Voice Timber by Peter Anderson was quite a remarkable book.

I wanted to crawl under a rock.

As these fearful thoughts bounced around in my brain there in that library, I started to cry.

Well.not quite, I was working out certain muscles that lengthened and loosened my vocal chords.

I found a power and mastery nobody could steal from me.

I just didn't turn up until the following week.

I immediately picked the book up.

I felt even more wussy, even more mad.

It was one of those moments in life, that I knew.just knew, was some sort of turning point.

These exercises created an environment in my voice box that felt like my chest was vibrating when I talked.

Give me a deeper, quality voice.

There was nobody around.

I was too busy.

I wanted to be invisible, because I knew she was going to tell her friends and word would spread.

During those days in my dorm, something strange happened.

I didn't care, I was in such misery.

I read every single word before I even opened the book.

I knew within hours, I would be getting snickers behind my back and comments that I was going to have to find a way to ignore.

The place was deserted, I just let it flow.

I began to consume and digest this authors words.

rebuilding my life.

I could literally "will" my voice deeper after doing the exercises I had developed there in the privacy of my own room.

To tell the truth, I just cut myself a break, I just decided that I didn't want to face the snide comments and ridicule.

"Voice Timber" by Peter Anderson, published 1909, Tucador publishing house.

Sometimes, no matter how committed and dutiful you are to your job or study, you just gotta say, hey, it is time for a time out.

I savored every word.

I suddenly wanted to read it.

It was a permanent change.

I knew the afternoon was going to be hell in class as I became the "in crowds" source of entertainment for the week.

I just didn't need it.

Like there was something telling me "VOICE, VOICE, VOICE" I was looking at these pile of books and it was only obvious after I saw the word "VOICE" on one of the books, that my mind was echoing that word.

The way it looked to me, this was much more important than the Math test I skipped.