Remember that formspring thing everyone is doing and I tried to implement and then abruptly ignored? Let’s try this again, shall we?
Anonymous question:
What would you do if you couldn’t sing?
That’s a weird question because it can be taken a few different ways. If I never could have sung? If I’d been tone deaf all of my life or my vocal cords just never cooperated with me? I’d probably have been a piano player, honestly. For whatever reason, singing was the thing that I worked hard at without ever feeling like I was working. Piano was more of a chore for me, not because I didn’t like it but because my parents were paying for lessons that yes, I requested, but was young and had no idea what they would mean (lots of work after school before you were allowed to play with your friends down the street! What?!) Singing was something I tried really, really hard at, but of my own accord. And when I asked for lessons, I was old enough to know what that meant and I went into it willingly anyway. But if I never could have? I’d probably have just stuck with piano and worked a lot harder at that. Because music has always been very interesting, very challenging, and very important to me.
If for some reason my life had been, up to this point, the way it’s always been, and then something crazy happened and I couldn’t sing anymore? I imagine I’d keep writing, maybe get myself more into piano, maybe find another outlet. And I’d turn up my car stereo so loud that I couldn’t hear myself and sing anyway, pretending I still could. Half the fun of singing is getting weird looks from people when you’re stopped dead in traffic on the highway because you’re dramatically reenacting the scenes from Reba’s Fancy video in your head while trying your very best to convey meaning with your eyes, all while sitting behind your steering wheel, forgetting just where you are. (What? I have to make traffic bearable somehow!)
So, I imagine I’d be okay.
But I’m glad I can still sing.
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