When I was little, I wanted to be a singer- a rockstar really. There is a picture of me singing to myself in a mirror and another one of me singing into a fake mic. I was 2 or 3. Then, because being a rockstar wasn't the most practical, I thought of some other fields (specifically a writer and editor). But by the time 7th grade rolled around, I realized I wasn't getting away from music. Maybe a broadway singer? Meh, that didn't appeal to me for longer than a couple months. I tried my hand at being a singer/song writer. Thanks to my friend Heather for helping me with the lyrics of some of my songs. By the end of 8th grade, I decided I wanted to teach music and work with choirs. I am an oddity to know my career so early. I don't know if I ever really lost that desire to grab a guitar and keyboard, travel, and sing.
Until tonight. I went to an awesome concert. April, the front woman, is pregnant. I can't imagine. Nor would I want that for my life. They just bought a house and she's looking forward to settling in her house and putting things in order. That would be rough. Then, on top of that, I didn't get home until 12:30. I was exhausted. April and her band was still heading down to San Diego. I would never be able to do that.
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