And you look like a fool.Or sound like one.
Did this ever happen to you?
This happened to me loads of times.There are just some songs in which you feel the passion and rhythm that you end up singing your heart out even if you intended to do it in your mind. This phenomenon,though, has caught the ire of people I sit with in the LRT or jeep and they look at me like I’m some sort of creepy psycho who talks to herself. This phenomenon though, has also made me less confident to saying what I feel or expressing the untrivial (or trivial) musical prowess of musical geniuses.
This awkwardness and insecurity of mine changed in one particular incident which happened last month. My hunger finally got to the best of me one day and I decided to grocery shop by myself for food and stuff. (Which seldom happens to me, because grocery shopping alone is just sad ) Anyway, as I passed through cans of mushrooms and cartons of milk, Jason Mraz’s “Make It Mine” was playing over the grocery PA system. As I heard Jason Mraz’s voice, memories of all-nighters and suko na ako moments flashed into my mind. I remember singing along to the lines, “I’m gonna celebrate the whole world” (But within the comforts of my room) and I remember how it has always encouraged and lifted my weary and stressed-assed “student” body to achieving that A (or just passing my Chem exam).
I thought to myself, “I wanna sing along to these lines. These are tantamount of my student days.I have to do it.I have to open my mouth and sing.Yes Dani, even when that grandpapa is behind you.”
So I sang.Hummed at the first time.Then, blurting out all the lyrics that I have memorized through constant repetition (Boy, I really listened to that song on repeat). I got stares.Yes from the grandpapa along with his grandchildren. And even from the grocery man who was selling bread. But I didn’t care. I sang. I am awkward but I sang to my heart’s content.
Lesson learned: NOBODY REALLY CARES.Okay, maybe some people do. But don’t let their stares get to you.I’ve heard tons of people singing along their earphones in the LRT, and I didn’t care. Music takes risks. And you should take risks as a lover of music.
