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Why isn't my life a musical?

If my life was a musical, there would be a song in it called, "Why Isn't My Life a Musical?"

Someone else would do the dancing and the high notes
and, really, most of the singing,
and wear the costume - bare-shouldered, bare-backed, tight and sparkly.
I'd just sit upstage, almost behind the curtain, on a folding chair singing back-up harmonies
trying to keep my voice quiet so as not to overpower the melody.

Ha ha! Someone already wrote that!
"And the coloured girls sing, 'Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-'...
...but never with the melody..."

Ha ha ha. Screw this.
There's a musical in my head almost all the time. I am the star. Downstage. Sparkly. One of those nifty little head-mikes. Melody. Counterpoint. You can be in it, if you want.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:32 PM | shower me with attention