Okay, so an old buddy contacted me the other day and asked if I’d be willing to come and sing some old classic rock tunes at his family’s annual palooza this Friday.
Would I be willing? To get up in front of a group of people with a microphone? To sing my guts out with a live band? I might have screamed like a little girl, but for the record, I said yes and we’ll just say there was no arm twisting involved.
It’s been awhile since I dusted off my spiked heels for a crowd, but after spending the last few days in the car belting along with the Pat Benatar and Joan Jett (much to June’s total delight), I’ve realized something. Life as a rock star would be so much easier.
Seriously, imagine a life of road trips that doesn’t include wet wipes or goldfish crackers. With a bus full of responsible adults, there’s no need for potty breaks, McDonald Playland breaks, or I Have To Pee By The Side Of The Road breaks. People don’t say things like, “He’s touching me!” or “Are We There Yet?” The journey is actually enjoyable. It’s filled with jam sessions and napping.
We might have jam sessions, but they also involve peanut butter, and our napping is usually done by people under the age of six who are having an allergic reaction to riding in the car and are therefore helped along with Benedryl*.
I’ll be honest, getting pumped up for a gig is difficult when you just speared a brownie with your stilettos, or found children’s liquid Motrin stuck in your bangs, but somehow I’ll manage.
And hey, I’ve been waiting to sing My Boyfriend’s Back in front of an audience since I was seven years old.
*I don’t really do this. Usually.
I don’t want to imagine a life without goldfish. I’ll take those over rockstars any day!
I’m sure you’ll be at least half as slutty as Miley. It’s a pretty high standard to aim for.
You just reminded me why I wanted to grow up to be a rock star. Too bad I don’t have your voice, so life away from peanut butter and jelly sandwiches is not really an option for me. Enjoy your moments on stage.
And hey- how do I get invited to this? I would love to hear you sing. Stilettos or not
I would love to hear you sing again! Record a song or two on video and post it on your blog!
Go get ’em! It would be so fun to listen (and watch) you perform! Loved the story of you and Jen meeting your dad’s friend. You girls are both gorgeous. 🙂
Oh, FUN! Funny you should mention singing “My Boyfriend’s Back” in front of an audience. I had a solo on that song in jr. high (like two lines of it, anyway). Good times.
“With a bus full of responsible adults, there’s no need for potty breaks, McDonald Playland breaks, or I Have To Pee By The Side Of The Road breaks. People don’t say things like, “He’s touching me!” or “Are We There Yet?””
Bus full of responsible adults? Is it just me that does not picture a busload of rock stars to match this description? In fact I tend to think rock stars are more likely than most adults to eat at McDonald’s, pee by the side of the road, touch others inappropriately, or express impatience at not being there yet. Isn’t the whole point of rock and roll to stick it to The Man (as opposed to becoming a grown man (or woman)?)
Have fun with your gig, though! 🙂 (And I’m one who wouldn’t welcome that opportunity–I’d rather hide in my sewing room.)
Benadryl for car trips is totally warranted in Utah. Who knows? Your child could end up with excruciating sinus pain from the sudden changes in elevation. I would never want that to happen- pass me the benadryl! And some sanity if you have it.
Amen to that! I daydream everyday about being a rockstar.
Please just don’t take half naked pics with your dad. I beg of you!!!
Oh my. I had such aspirations to be a singer. Seriously. I dreamt about it every day!!! Heck, maybe I still do 🙂 You would never know.
Also, i <3 Miley Cyrus. Haha. And yes, I'm 24. Woops :))
Megs
Rock it up, Annie! Not only will you be singing like a rockstar, but I happen to know that you LOOK like one too!