The husband caught me off guard this morning. He was working in the study, I was making the bed in the bedroom while listening to the soundtrack of Wicked!. Only I wasn’t just listening. I was singing along at the top of my lungs and twirling and dancing around the bed. He entered the room in the middle of the romantic duet ‘As Long As You’re Mine’ and caught me singing soulfully to thin air.
So my Prince has entered the scene. But instead of joining his voice with mine and pulling me into his arms, his face froze in one of Stephen Chow’s classic exaggerated ‘stunned’ expressions. And *poof!* my fantasy evaporated. *wry*
I don’t think I’ll ever stop bursting into song and fantasy, no matter how old I get. If our children could share this love of mine, I’d be more than happy to play-act and sing along with them. How wonderful that would be! But of course I have to contend with the possibility that one day I may be confronted with not one but even two or three slapstick Stephen Chow imitations. Pfft!
I wish… that one day I will finally get down to taking some singing lessons. And find an opportunity to sing with friends for fun. Not exactly in a choir, as I’ve tried that before and it’s not for me. But something that allows great spontaneity and even drama. With kindred spirits who can lose themselves in the music and the moment and don’t care what they look like when they do!
As Long As You’re Mine