Now I’m not a reality TV fan but lately we’ve been watching a lot of singing contests – Idol, NZ’s got talent, etc. I’m in awe of these people who can sing, even those who can only sort of sing. I’ve always wanted to have a voice, but I’m a writer instead and more than happy with that.
Not so when I was way younger. I used to sing all the time and probably drove the family crazy. It wasn’t until my piano teacher once asked me to sing the ‘C’ scale that I learned maybe I should look elsewhere for fame. Ballet had already taken a back seat after my dad called me the leaping heifer. (He wasn’t wrong) Anyway halfway through the scale – and there are only eight notes – my teacher shuddered and told me to stop.
But I was more resilient this time and continued to sing and even began writing songs. Thank goodness I kept these for home and the family and eventually conceded I might not be any good. Anyway I was getting interested in boys by then.
But I still liked to listen to music and hum or sing quietly along with songs on the radio when no one was around. Or so I thought. Once, many years later, I was out on a date and this guy and I were dancing. He told me I had a lovely voice and was really in tune. I figured he was trying to charm me into furthering the night because I know a fib when I hear one.
People who can really sing are so gifted and very lucky. And I stick to writing so ears are safe. I can still wish I had a great voice, can’t I? Do you have a secret desire to be great at something?