I am able to admit when I can’t do something.
Like, cooking is a prime example.
Singing is another – which was evident when I was about 9 years old and tried out for a local production of “The Princess and the Pea” and I could not sing “Row, row, row your boat.”
All I wanted to do was sleep on 20 mattresses, but no, I wasn’t even cast as an “extra.”
I told my mom, “That play was stupid anyways.”
Flash-forward to junior high. There was another play. I tried out again by singing “Wind Beneath my Wings” by Bette Midler. I sounded like a dead frog as I belted out “It must have been cold there in my shadowwwww.”
After I failed to get a part – for a second time in my life – I finally said, “Screw it, I will just pay $5 to go see…
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