Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I am not a performer. I have neighbors who are professional performers and I’m always in awe at their ability to stand before people and put on a show. I can stand on a stage and talk without qualms, but the idea of being physically or emotionally exuberant in a make-believe manner is beyond my comfort zone. So, when my son said that they wanted to have karaoke at their wedding reception, I sort of cringed. I don’t sing well (I received my singing ability, or lack of it, from my mom – she was asked to just mouth the words when she joined her middle school choir) and the idea of “performing” in front of people left me uneasy. However, once we arrived at the reception, I could see what fun people were having. Two of my middle son’s friends kept encouraging me to pick a song to sing with them. This was one of those times when I really wanted to do something, but I was just so uncomfortable. My courage vacillated back and forth between “No way, no how!” and “Let’s do this!” As the evening wore on I finally succumbed (helped along, no doubt, by a few Black Butte Porters); we chose Dancing Queen as our song. I love this song; I love to dance; I love being the Queen (see Six-Word Memoir and Every Queen Needs Her Crown) – it’s my song. We got up on the stage, joined by a nephew and a few other people as the song went on. We sang, we swayed, we danced, we weren’t good, but we had fun! What exhilaration! What a rush!
No doubt about it – this was outside my comfort zone. While I’m not likely to be the first to jump up and perform at any future parties...
…when I get the chance...
I am the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only fifty-one
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
I can dance, I can jive, having the time of my life
See this girl, watch this scene, dig in the Dancing Queen!