I moved to the side to let the next person sing. Twice a year I did this. I knew I didn’t have a voice but I really enjoyed singing. I so badly wanted to be on that stage performing. When I sang, my heart was happy.
Even if I sounded majorly off key.
Maybe it was the song; My Country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty… and I never got to sing more than that line. We could sing or hum it. That was the only choice.
One of my best friend’s tried out every year too. One only needed to go back to our home recorded cassette tapes of us singing Christmas music to know right away why we were denied.
This was elementary school about a million years ago. The chorus teacher’s words although not many, echo in my head every now and then. It sucks to be denied something you want.
We were trying out for an elementary school chorus, not the next production on Broadway. Would it have been so bad to just let all of us off key people just get up there and sing our hearts out?
Then again, probably saved us an embarrassing moment from Simon Cowell or someone else.
So these days, I sing to my kids. The ones at school I teach and the ones at home. I close my classroom door so no one can hear except the kids who are too entertained to know I am singing poorly. As for the ones that belong to me, my 3 year old doesn’t quite realize yet that mommy can’t sing while the 6 year old tells me to stop.
We usually make a couple of road trips back to our hometown for the holidays throughout the year. My husband gets a front row seat to my solo concert of singing along to the radio. He is a good man to let me carry on as if I were channeling Adele.
And every now and then I try to sing the first line of America…”My Country Tis of Thee…” as if somehow in this stage of life, I would sound different and in tune. I laugh and think to myself, “NOPE”.
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