I like to think that I can't live without one thing. This wonderful thing that seeps from speakers, and snakes its way around your problems, to your ears, it infects you, causing you to have this constant tapping in your toes. It's simply influx's in the pitches and tones of someones voice, some good, some bad, it's angry, it's happy, it's all around all over the place. It sometimes doesn't have a name, sometimes you can't even pronounce its name. Sometimes it will tell you to do something spontaneous, radical, inspiring, or just plain down right awesome. It contains 5 letters of the alphabet, M-U-S-I-C.
Majority of us are exposed to it from birth. I'm not one of those kids whose parents put the headphones on my mom's pregnant tummy. Nope, I'm just the kid that feel in love with the word and the idea of it from birth. I'm not sure how it started, maybe it was my mom singing to me as a baby, maybe it was the music my dad would play around the house, who knows. By the time of two I was humming along to everything, banging on my toy drum I had, singing in the fake microphone I had and putting on shows for my parents, singing my own songs. I would burst into the most random songs ever at any moment I had the change to show someone my voice.
That simple word of music has literally pulled me out of the deepest depths of pain; emotionally, sometimes physical, many times mentally, pumping me up for games or tournaments.I have no idea what it is about it but it just has those tricky ways of making its ways to your soul, making it flip flop and change complete attitudes.I feel if you want to be a musician professionally you cannot ever judge others music because then others will judge you more harshly.So to be honest, I really do not dislike any kind of music. My Ipod has Avenged Sevenfold to Miley Cyrus, Lil' Wayne to Phil Wickham, Dubstep to Michael Jackson, basically every genre you could think of. Although, some of those artists I may like more than others it still doesn't mean I'm not open to all kinds of music.
Sometimes in the middle of class I will literally stare off into space and imagine myself bursting into song... kinda like High School Musical? Quite embarrassing I know, you know that song Billionaire? I think that song fully describes the way I feel about music, "....Oh every time close my eyes, I see my name shinning lights, yeah, a different city every night, oh right, I swear the world better prepare, for when I'm a billionaire." I love the rush of being on stage, that adrenaline rush when the kick starts, the burst of ecstasy when the crowd firsts hears you open your mouth, it's like medication for the soul. I look forward to that day when I stand in front of a crowd of THOUSANDS and feel that feeling epically. I will still go by the statement that I said to my sister when I was 5 "I will be famous one day, and when you're mean to me, I wont let you ride in my limo." (I'll still let her ride in my limo) but point being, is that I've had this dream since I was five, what makes it change now?
So to that day when I stand in front of all proclaiming what I love most, that five letter word, that solace in the darkness, my ultimate vice, I will always dream and be determined. No backing down to this girl, it's going to take alot more than just a "Stop singing cause it's annoying." To make me quit what I love. :)
-Sara
"WHOA dream big!!"
-Juno
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