We Remember: Songs of Survivors

So I've begun working on Freide's piece, and I'm aware that it's gonna happen in three acts. The last piece, which brings us to the present moment of Freide's life, it seems like that piece should be sung by Freide. So I know that she is a singer, a coloratura soprano, in her past, and I would like to ask her if she would sing in the last act of her own life story song. How lucky I am How lucky I am How lucky I am

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Hello, Freide. Hi, darling, good to see you. Yeah, you too. - Look at your pigtails. Look at that, isn't she gorgeous. Isn't she gorgeous. It's all tied up. I don't have to do nothin'. Music was very important in my life. I don't think I would have survived if I didn't have music. There was a story she told about standing outside of the window where the music was coming from. There was live music, and she couldn't go inside. They could have put me in jail, for-- if they would have realized that I was not legal. But I did go to it. She went in and sat in the front row with her hair dyed blonde. And she knew at any moment that they could point at her and that would be it. But she wanted to listen. And so she went in disguise, and she did. When I saw her yesterday, she said, "I'm gonna make it to the concert. I'm gonna make it." Because they give her four months. So she's dying. - Wow, really? She's very ill. But she's willing to do this, and she's willing to sing. How lucky I am Every day is new Life is always... Yeah, I know.

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But I'm going down a whole octave. I can't get to that G. What do we do? Let's--let's-- - You sing it. No way.