living room songbird
Quote: Look dude, I'm happy for you. You be gay. It's a good thing. Unfortunately I've got my own shit to take care of. So ah, best of luck. Yeah! Go gay! And I'll see ya. - Cursed
Song: Call me Al - Paul Simon
Once again, bad blogger. It would seem that the only time I am a faithful blogger is when I should be doing school work.
If you have read my blog before, you know that the boy is a karaoke fool. We would go to the bars and I would sit with the boy's dad and watch while the boy and his mom would take turns singing. And guaranteed, the question of "what are you singing?" came up every time. His family even has a pretty expensive karaoke machine. This whole thing is pretty big in his family. Apparently it all started with his uncle, who passed it on to his wife, then the boys mom and so on. But for more than a year I swore I wouldn't sing. I wouldn't even sing on the home machine. But his aunt, who lives in Florida, said that when she came to visit, she would get me to sing. I swore I wouldn't. It's not that I don't like singing, I sing with the radio all the time, or even that I don't have a good voice, but I don't like getting up in front of people and doing anything. I was even in chorus in middle school, but I was surrounded by other people and I never did a solo. When I was in college, it took me forever to get used to giving reports in front of class. I get so nervous that my voice starts to shake and I forget to breathe. And as I pointed out to the boy, breathing is pretty important while singing.
Well two weeks ago his aunt and uncle came to visit. His aunt brought her hundreds of karaoke CDs with her. (She and his uncle used to do shows.) I really like his aunt. She's the first one in his family to completely understand my situation with my dad. It seems she had the same sort of time with her parents. She also has an amazing voice. And on Sunday, it so happened that she and I ended up at the boy's house alone together. The boy had gone on a quick errand and I hadn't wanted to go. So I decided to sit in the living room and listen to his aunt sing. She told me how she had never wanted to sing either and one day her hubby put her in for a song. After a shot, she sang and got a pretty good round of applause from the bar. From then on she was hooked. And somehow, without her even asking, I said I would sing a song. My first karaoke song was "Hard Luck Woman" a Kiss cover by Garth Brooks. I did a couple more. And somewhere along the way the boy got home and listened to me from the porch for a few songs and then made his appearance in the living room. He was so happy; he had a great big grin. And for the rest of the night we took turns singing with his aunt and his mom.
It will take a very long time before I'm ready to move from the living room and sing in a bar. If ever. But for now, my boy is so happy that I'm singing at all.