One sweet day, someone will plant a camera in my car and discover three things: (1) my wit and endearingly quirky habit of self-conversation/polite conversation with other drivers (2) my excellent and dynamic singing voice, and (3) the way I so skilfully harmonize with all of the songs I know.
They may also notice my immaculate taste in music. And my really cool car dance moves which show off my good sense of rythm.
And my ability to usually stay in the correct lane and not drive into oncoming traffic while changing radio stations or spotify playlists.
All in all, I will be discovered as the next slightly-off-kilter singer/personality/talk show host/model of the moment. Eventually my other talents will be discovered and the public will warm to me exponentially.
It's so silly; I act as if someone's warching me while I'm in my car - as if I'm on an audition for something.
And the truth is, I sing about 40 percent of the harmony correctly, my high notes are painful, my responses to radio hosts and other drivers are unoriginal, and my inability to cooperate with my gps is just sad.
I really should just be happy being in my car. Unless pretending the world is watching and my life is a musical makes me happy!
I think it does.
That "my life is a musical" part hit me. I think that's what I like about dreaming I have an audience.
And who doesn't want an epic life? I think that's okay.
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