His body walks out onto the darkened stage , and a roar goes up from the crowd. He stands in front of the mic, and he can feel his face twist in a sneer-the Elvis sneer from his dreams-though he never told it to move. He is powerless now, a spectator at his own moment of glory.
I get the sense that some people think that influence dilutes _ that the more you are someone else, the less you are yourself, as if you were born with some innate distinct youness that is gradually sanded away by the corroding forces of conformity. That if you could somehow tune everything else out and really dig deep within yourself, you__ find your voice there, pure and independent.That__ bullshit. Your voice isn__ there, already made. You need to make your own voice. You need to make your own voice.
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I get the sense that some people think that influence dilutes _ that the more you are someone else, the less you are yourself, as if you were born with some innate distinct youness that is gradually sanded away by the corroding forces of conformity. That if you could somehow tune everything else out and really dig deep within yourself, you__ find your voice there, pure and independent.That__ bullshit. Your voice isn__ there, already made. You need to make your own voice. You need to make your own voice.
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