I have ALWAYS wished I could sing. Like, Really Sing.
I was always in chorus as a kid, and loved to belt it out in a group, but I was never a stand out singer. I can read music and play piano, but never pursued singing.
Through the years, I have had many friends who play guitar or harmonica, and a dinner party can turn into a session pretty quickly in Barbados with enough rum. There were many times when somebody would start to sing, and everything just stops:“WOW, What a voice.” There is that part of me that would LOVE to be able to do that.
In the beginning of quarantine, when we were all younger, thinner and still ambitious with our time, I thought... I am going to take singing lessons! So I downloaded an app. It rated pitch and if you could stay in tune with the tune played, kinda like that karaoke singing show. It’s foolproof! Except, I was not good. At all. And this verified it.
Dreams were dashed, hopes had crashed, Pink and I would never duet, “Just Give Me a Reason” (although maybe we could still hang out sometime...just sayin). I am not a singer.
I just called the local music school… My guitar lessons start next week.