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Once upon a time there were two music teachers who sang for their supper.  Literally and figuratively.

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As life went on and they parted from their school, the two music teachers remained soul sisters and singing partners.

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During one glorious Season of Life, they sang together at a Very Special Open Mic Night each and every Wednesday night.  They made many new and talented friends whom you can check out <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.aaronhowardmusic.com/" target="_blank">here</a>, <strong><a href="http://onesheet.com/briantrueproject/splash/" target="_blank">here</a>, <a href="http://www.gooderrules.com" target="_blank">here</a></strong> and  <a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/peasantempire" target="_blank"><strong>here.</strong></a>

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This Season was the definition of "The Good Ol' Days".

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And then the economy tanked, the wine bar which hosted the Very Special Open Mic Night closed, and the two teachers and their friends drifted into their separate ways.

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Each spring, the Open Mic Night Family reunited for a Very Special Relay for Life Benefit Concert in conjunction with the local high school.  Everyone got a warm-fuzzy AND raised money for a cure for cancer.

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Until the Hostess with the Mostess who organized the Very Special Relay for Life Benefit Concert called it a day as her children fled the nest.

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And then one of the (now former) teachers took on an <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/365-or-bust/" target="_blank"><strong>insane blog project</strong> </a>(followed by a <strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/52-playdates/" target="_blank">much saner blog project</a>)</strong> and squawked about "lack of time" for her music.  The friends still saw each other for meals, laughs and blog project antics, but no singing.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah.   Life changes, life gets in the way, we all get busy, yada, yada, yada.

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Enough already!

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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #008000;"><strong>Melanie and Michelle are back and ready for their World Tour!</strong></span>

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Legends in their own minds (obviously), they kick off the tour at their <strong><a href="http://www.walterrichardson.com/" target="_blank">Very Special and Locally Legendary Friend's Open Mic Night</a> </strong>at <a href="http://www.tempe.gov/index.aspx?page=725" target="_blank"><strong>Tempe Center for the Arts</strong></a>.

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Next stop:  <em>Somewhere</em> on this Big Blue Planet!

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Now . . . <em>Somewhere</em> may mean Scottsdale, Chandler, Gilbert, or another city in the Greater Phoenix Metropolis, but Michelle always dreams big and prefers not to limit herself.  Melanie, of course, supports Michelle in this because *news flash!* all artistic peeps are dreamers!  <em>This is why M &amp; M are soul sisters. </em>

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<span style="font-size: medium; color: #008000;"><strong>Overheard at Playdate #42 (The first rehearsal for the M &amp; M World Tour):</strong></span>

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<strong>Michelle: </strong> This is my favorite playdate of the year!

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<strong>Melanie: </strong> Say that again?  <em>(Not because Melanie is hard of hearing, but because she wanted to reinforce an important and powerful point.)</em>

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<strong>Michelle: </strong> THIS IS MY FAVORITE PLAYDATE OF THE YEAR!

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That's right.  Not <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/01/29/photo-du-jour-annecy-by-night/" target="_blank"><strong>France</strong></a>.  Not<strong> <a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2012/07/27/playdate-27-the-100-investment/" target="_blank">The World Domination Summit.</a>  </strong>But singing with a friend.  Primal soul food.

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To be continued . . . .

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[caption id="attachment_11503" align="alignnone" width="300"]<a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/?attachment_id=11503" rel="attachment wp-att-11503"><img class="size-medium wp-image-11503 " title="IMG00305-20121014-1600" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/IMG00305-20121014-1600-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a> Rocco the Rescue Pooch. Over the years, he has fallen asleep at our feet as we rehearse. Hopefully everyone at Tempe Center for the Arts will stay awake. :-D[/caption]

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Ah, the Good Ol' Days!  What is something from <em>your</em> Good Ol' Days that you would like resurrect in <em>your</em> life?  Please share in the comment section below.

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