SoCal Suburbia

Dabbling

I've always wanted to be good at things. Not just average, but really truly good. Excellent, even. In school, that's easy. School doesn't require talent. School requires motivation, and that's really all.

Other things, though, have prerequisites, and if you don't have said prerequisites, there's nothing you can do about it, not really.

Ever since I was really little- for as long as I can remember- there were two things I wanted to do, and become famous for. Act, and sing. Singing, though, was the thing that I always loved most.

Just because you love something, though, doesn't mean you're any good at it.

All through elementary school and middle school, I ignored my music producer/recording engineer/guitar player dad telling me I was tone deaf. In eighth grade, I ignored the people who said I didn't deserve to make it into the Variety Show- our version of a talent show- even though I had indeed made it in. I ignored people telling me I was singing flat; I, after all, being tone deaf as my dad had said, couldn't tell.

Then, a few weeks into high school, I found myself just singing. Quite randomly of course; I tend to do that. I was getting odd looks, and for a moment I wondered why.

I haven't sung with anyone nearby since.

Then, earlier tonight, I was alone in the house, lonely, bored. I opened up GarageBand- oh, how I love having an Apple- and just for the heck of it, I recorded my voice. Singing. Speaking. Reading aloud from a book.

I played it back over and over again.

And I have to say, I didn't sound half bad.

posted by Lucy @ 9:29 PM