I didn’t grow up in a musical family.

Unlike one of my favourite singer's Mariah Carey, my mother was not an opera singer. In fact, my parents had no idea about music except that it was great to listen to on the radio, Countdown was awesome and dancing to Kylie on Video Hits was the Saturday morning ritual.

Both coming from hardworking Italian backgrounds, my mother and father were not raised to follow their passions. All four of my grandparents migrated here from Italy in the 1960’s. My grandparents came here with no money and they had no idea how things would turn out. The only thing they had was hope for a better life for their families. When arriving in Australia, they did what they had to do to survive in the foreign land of opportunity. They worked hard. 

My parents were taught that in order to survive, you needed to work hard for your family. For them this meant days of factory work and hard labouring jobs. They were not encouraged to be text book smart and finish school. Just to physically work hard. They did this to provide for their own children - myself, my brother and my sister - and to give us the opportunity to follow our dreams and passions. 

It just happened to be that I was the only one in our family who had a passion for something that my parents had no idea about. I was given my first toy keyboard at three years old. This was my favourite toy and I became a closet player for many years. I was a very shy toddler and was too shy to have lessons. My mother tried many times to find me a piano teacher as she saw that I loved playing but I was happy teaching myself nursery rhyme melodies and singing alone in my bedroom so she let me be. They didn’t know much about music and were not aware that I was actually quite musically advanced for someone my age. They always tell me that they wished they had realised earlier as they would have pushed me to start formal training from a younger age.

As they couldn’t get me to piano lessons, my parents decided to try and get me to “come out of my shell” and explore my love for music via dance classes. I danced for many years but decided to quit when I was in high school and start seriously pursuing my love for the piano. My parents found me an awesome piano teacher - she was also my cousins’s teacher and she was Italian, so they loved that. This lovely lady was the first educated musician to discover my talents. She encouraged me to learn music theory and start singing lessons. She saw the potential in me. She was very nurturing and inspired me to follow my passion.

I had never planned on becoming a vocal coach. I had no idea what I wanted to be when I left school. Unlike many children today, I didn’t start having formal music lessons until I was in my teens. I just knew that a life without music just didn't feel like my life.

After only a few years of singing lessons, I took my first vocal coaching job at 19 years of age. At the end of the first lesson I immediately knew that I wanted to inspire people to love music and follow their dreams. I wanted to help people the way my piano teacher had helped me. After all, If I had never met my amazing teacher, I don’t think I would be where I am today. Over the years, I have now had the opportunity to work with many wonderful music and singing teachers and coaches. They have all inspired me in their own way.

Why not do what you love to do? After all, we live in this amazing land of opportunity. Our families have sacrificed to give us a life where we can follow our dreams.

Don’t waste your amazing opportunity.

Work hard. Be grateful. Be present. Be you.

~ Tania xo