Amy Winehouse's Teacher Called Her 'Moody, Chubby, Jewish-Looking Teenager' - Then Heard Her Sing

Описание: 1998. The Cockpit Theatre, Marylebone. Saturday morning. National Youth Jazz Orchestra rehearsal. Fifteen-year-old Amy Winehouse walked in nervous. Recently left Sylvia Young. Hoping to belong.

Annabel Williams—NYJO singing coach—watched new arrivals. Then she saw Amy.

"Moody, chubby, Jewish-looking teenager," Annabel would describe years later. Not cruel. Observational. Accurate. Amy at fifteen was all those things. Nothing polished. Nothing refined. Just raw teenager walking into jazz rehearsal.

But Annabel saw something else. Saw determination. Saw hunger.

"You're new. You sing?"

"I try."

"Let me hear."

No preparation. No warmup. Amy opened her mouth. Sang. Not Sinatra. Not pop. Jazz. Something instinctive.

Annabel listened. Face neutral. Then: "You're in."

Saturday mornings became sacred. Amy never missed. Never late. This was where she belonged. Where she learned. Where she became musician instead of just girl who could sing.

Annabel became mentor. "You're lazy with that note," she'd say. Direct. Honest.

"Show me."

This was real music education. Actual demand for excellence. Amy respected this. Grew under this.

"Why are you hard on me?" Amy asked once.

"Because you're capable of excellence. That's respect. That's believing in you."

When Frank released, jazz influence was obvious. Every song carried NYJO lessons. Critics noticed: "Amy Winehouse sings like she's from a different era."

Years later, Annabel gave an interview: "Amy was a student who changes a teacher. You don't forget students like that. She became exactly who she was supposed to become."

Discover where Amy Winehouse became Amy Winehouse.

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