My grandmother can sing. In fact, she has a beautiful voice. I didn't get the genes from that side of the family. When I was a freshman in high school, I joined chorus. I knew the teacher, I had grown up with him, as my mom was a teacher at the high school. Two days into the class, he pulled me aside after class, and encouraged me to find another class. I was devastated at the time, but I got it; I can't sing. But damn if I don't love to. And sing I do.
I sing in the shower; in my head when I workout; with my Ipod on while I'm cleaning the house; when I'm drying my hair; and I sing in the car. That is my favorite, and when I am the most boisterous. And it is also when I get caught.
I will often find myself singing quite loudly in the car, and then look over and realize that there are people looking at me. The only thing I can do is smile sheepishly and stop...for the time being. I know I'm bad, but it makes me happy. In many social situations, even around people I know and love, I don't feel very confident. I am not outspoken, I keep my opinions to myself, and I let people walk all over me. I know that it is happening, but I'm not confident enough to stop it. But, when I am in the car, when that music is playing, all of a sudden I don't notice anyone else. All my confidence that I keep hidden other times washes over me, and I enjoy myself for the entire length of the song.
So, riders with me, and drivers in Northern Virginia beware: If you are going to keep your windows open, you're going to hear me. Be prepared for some bad singing, and some happy emotions coming from my car. But, maybe, just maybe, instead of laughing at me, you can join in. I hope so.
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