So, You See … They Lie When They Say All Things Are Possible
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@grannygee
This is the age I became convinced I could sing … ha! ha! ha! I could dance, do everything … but, sing!
Singing, singing, singing. Everything’s a musical … we humans love to sing. I love to hear singing. I’m just mad because I can’t sing. I want to sing!
You know the saying that ‘nothing is impossible’? That’s not true, it’s just not true at all. It is … impossible for me to sing. It would be a helpless cause trying to teach me.
I’ve never forgotten when as a child in the church choir … the choir leader told me to just move my mouth, don’t sing out loud! That hurt my feelings … so, sometimes out of spite, I would sing! Sing loud, too! Everyone would look at me! I would put my head down. I wasn’t so brave when everyone … looked at me.
When I got a little older, I became convinced that I could sing! I have a southern accent, and people say my voice is pleasant. I used to work at a switchboard paging all day … people said my voice was musical. Damn liars!
I know what they meant … my voice was soft, clear, pleasant over the speakers in the hall. They didn’t really mean I could sing … how could they know whether I could or not?
Well … like I said, this idea that I could sing … got into my head. I was singing with the radio … I mean I was singing. I had all the moves … and I thought … the voice.
I decided to record me singing. I knew I was going to be pleasantly surprised. I set up my tape recorder, and had my music close by … I pressed the RECORD button, and began singing up a storm.
When I finished my song, I was excited to listen to myself. I rewound the tape recorder, and pressed PLAY.
My eyebrows flew together in a terrible frown … my eyes crossed, my mouth began making awful movements. Oh my God! I couldn’t believe it!
I couldn’t believe the voice I was hearing! It was singing a country song … a happy, peppy country song … the voice I was hearing was singing in slow motion! It sounded pure-damn awful! Just pure-damn awful! I almost slung the tape recorder across the room.
No one needed to convince me that I couldn’t sing, ever again. I know I can’t sing. That little experiment I did … taught me once and for all … Gloria can’t sing one damn bit! Not even the tiniest little bit!
So, you see … they lie when they say … all things are possible.
True story, photo are written, owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/http://www.bestwriters.net/?mref=GrannyGee