Seriously, every day…several times a day,
I think of moments where a song and dance would fit in just fabulously.
If only my life really was a musical….
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My life as a musical
I love musicals.
Love them like a piece of chocolate cake with fudge icing. When I sit in a theatre, or in front of a movie screen, and life is put to song and dance, I feel giddy like a teenager with her first crush.
You know how t.v. shows always begin with a theme song, and then with each cast member their names are shown and the camera closes in on catching them in a frivolous act, and suddenly they stop and smile? So, when I was little, I thought maybe, just maybe there was a t.v. show about my life somewhere in the world, so every once in awhile I would stop and smile. At the invisible camera catching me while I brushed my teeth.
Even at a young age, I knew, life should always happen to a song.
As an adult, not much has changed. I mean, I do now know that I am not part of a secret tv show being filmed, but I do still think my life should not be without a song and dance attached.
My husband has learned this about me, and has even begun to submit to my ways.
For example….I’m trying to decide what to eat for dinner. I begin to hum a little diddy…
“I’m so hungry…oh so hungry….life is so hard when I don’t know what to eat….
What, oh what should I be eating? I’m so hungry, life is hard…”
And then if I’m really into the moment, jazz hands get thrown in, and I sing it in falsetto and hope Jimmy will join in. It took some time, but now he does. Although, in case his friends are reading…not really. But really, he does.
“I don’t know Summer, I don’t know Summer, I don’t know what tell you to eat. Please relax though, just relax though, life is hard when you are hungry…”
Whatever, it’s weird. I know.
But, since I don’t have Broadway knocking on my door, I have to use my talent somehow.
Another way I make my life a musical is in the car, where I keep my collection of broadway show tunes. When I pop Chicago in the player, I become Roxy Hart. And I am not kidding. I am really Roxy Hart. I’ve even had people pull up next to me and mouth, “Roxy? Is that you?”
And I shake my head in complete modesty, and say, “No no, but your not the first to make that mistake.”
One last way I make life a musical in in the moments that call for a well known song. You know where somebody unknowingly says a line like, “Please, don’t go.” And you can’t help (by you I mean me) but belt out, “Please don’t go girrrrrllllll….”
Ya, so I’m not quite sure where I’m going with this other than I thought why not share some totally and utterly weird and embarrasing about myself.
So, there you go. Mock me…just make sure to do it in song.
© 2009 “Le Musings of Moi”
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ohhhhh lady! so right there with you… i remember i used to (and by used to i mean still do) stare out the car window and imagine i was in a music video…yeeeeeah. BTW now i’m gonna have nkotb stuck in my head…tell me you’ll staaaaaaaaay never ever go awaaaaayyyy!
I can’t mock you – I do very embarassingly similar things in my daily life as well.
I was so trying to sing and dance in the car last night and B was picking on me. I said, ” I need a man whos gonna get into the groove with meh.” Really. Sing ur little heart out!:)
Aaaah I love this, you’re so cute! I’m watching Chicago on Broadway next week and I’ll think about you while I’m there 🙂 Have a very Merry Christmas, lady! XOXO
I think that is why I love old movie musicals so much. I don’t think a day goes by when I don’t break out into some kind of song or jingle at some time.
“Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas” is what I am singing to you right now!
Oh me too. I think life should totally be a musical!
life is a musical, at least to me, hahaa
I will dance when I eat good food … and my 3-year-old has inherited this from me. Just a little jig at the dinner table … ain’t no shame.
Hey girly – I gave you an awrd on my blog today … hope you have a Happy Holiday!!
Yeah, I can’t mock you either Summer, I used to stop and smile like somebody was watching me and actually really cared too. And I dance all the time. My husband makes up the songs though.
I say keep dancing and singing girl…maybe someday you WILL be the next Roxy Hart! Although you’re far cuter than Renee’!
There is always a song playing in the jukebox in my head. I can’t shut it off. And I have hundreds of songs for the dog. She knows what they all mean too!
lol-i can just picture you and the hubby singing out dinner!