They say jazz is all about improvisation, but tonight I'm learning it's also about patience. Between gigs, between stages, between the last note and the next , there's this quiet space where you sit with your voice and wonder when the next door will open. I've been rehearsing Billie Holiday's "Good Morning Heartache" all week. There's something about the way she holds that pain, turns it into silk, that makes you feel less alone in your own waiting. That's what I want to give people when I sing that feeling of being seen, of having your story told through someone else's voice. Last night, I stood in my living room, pretending it was a dimly lit club somewhere downtown. Mic in hand, audience of none, pouring my heart into every lyric like someone was actually listening. Maybe that's the real work of being an artist , believing in the performance even when the stage lights haven't turned on yet.