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i will never deny that i am a frustrated singer.  if i hadn’t gotten my dream job, i wouldn’t mind struggling to be a singer and join the millions of wannabes in the world. don’t get me wrong,  i don’t have a great voice, but i believe that my guts would more than compensate for it.  there are three things i am quite certain  of: (1)  i can carry a tune, (2) i can tell if  i sing off-key, and (3) theatrics make up for the want of anything.

since it is almost impossible for me to pursue a career in singing, i have turned to the next best thing: videoke.  i have "conquered" almost all decent videokehan in the city (although lara and i have yet to feel our way to country gents, where lara says has a very good collection of songs, including broadway), and i wouldn’t mind collecting five-peso coins to feed any videoke machine. 

sometimes i get carried away and think that someday i can be a real performer.  i used to feel, so pathetic, but i somehow changed when i learned that one of my favorite authors maya angelou once was a singer wannabe who became a sensation because of the breaks given to her.  in her autobiography, she wrote how she had had the break in showbusiness.  somehow, her experience tells me that i can dream all i want and, when the opportunity presents itself, grab it and hold on to it.

in maya’s book, she recalled how excited she was to tell her friend that she was going to be a singer.  the friend just listened to maya as she tried to contain her excitement.  sensing the reservation of her friend, and perhaps desperately trying to prove herself, maya broke into a song (she would admit that she had sung it in three different notes, unintentionally i presume).  after that, her friend just looked her in the eye and told her straight in the face, ‘marguerite johnson,…you have got a lot of nerve.

  and so have i.