With the shampoo as my microphone,
And the soap for my guitar,
I have a voice to rival millions.
Singing along with the musicians
Reverberating from my speakers
With as much power as I can muster.
I am where I feel I should be
In my mind, on a stage,
Voice rising through the steam
And suds making the bathtub
Dangerously slick.
I am a rock star,
Immortal in my talent. . .
Until I turn the water off, anyway.
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lol...very cool. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteI was talking with somebody a few days ago about inhibitions and how they change as we get older. We talked about how every little kid is a singer/actor/painter/etc but as we get older, we become so self-conscious that we stifle potential for talent development.
I know my singing limitations and generally keep it to the shower or the car while commuting. I am willing to sing in groups when pressed, but won't torture folks with a solo.
lol, I actually have plans to go to college for perfoming arts. I participate in musicals, solo competitions, and ensomble competitions in region.
ReplyDeleteNot to brag, but I also tried out for Minnesota all-state choir and got chosen for an alto-alternate. which, roughly translated, means I didn't get outright chosen, but if another alto had become unavailable or got sick or mystiously disappeared. (jk)