Lately I have been having the same dream… a lovely, wondrous fantasy filled with music, lights, cameras, and beautiful people. A dream in which…
Lately I have been having the same dream… a lovely, wondrous fantasy filled with music, lights, cameras, and beautiful people. A dream in which everyone around praises me for my god given talent… singing. People travel miles to hear me belt out some Whitney, stand up and cheer when I raise my hands in triumph and take on a high E. But inevitably, I wake up. The music fades, the cameras go away, and the only beautiful person I see… is me. I could try and search for some deep significance to this, but the meaning of my dream is quite clear: I want to be on Glee.
Ever since Fox’s new hit show debuted, my obsession with singing in the shower, going to Karaoke bars, and belting out bits of songs on the street has skyrocketed to an absurdly new level. Never has any bit of media ignited such a flame inside my soul since Buffy the Vampire Slayer made me want to fight evil forces, or Bring IT On led me to become a cheerleader. It seems to me, that I am far too influenced by the media that infects me. My new desire to become a singer on Glee has one major hindrance: I CAN’T sing for s**t.
So, now I see two options:
1) get voice lessons.
2) Pay someone with an astounding voice to sing while I move my lips to their words. Ok, so neither option is viable in my life right now, and that is OK. This has led me to an option 3 that is satisfactory for the time being: I will leave the real singing to the professionals, anticipate each new episode of my favorite obsession, and let my dreams of stardom make me smile at night. Because, hey, if there is one thing I have learned from my idols on Glee, it’s to always smile. 🙂