The Fact That I Cannot Sing: A 100 Word Rant

 

I find the fact that I can’t sing to be… rather inconvenient. I mean, I’m ALWAYS singing. Like, 24/7. Is my life a musical? Yes. Am I the lead? Duh. But, by definition, is it good? I think that’s one of life’s greatest mysteries. I like to think of my singing style as… abstract. It’s open to interpretation. Soprano to alto in a second’s notice? Ariana Grande wishes she could. Sing main vocals, backup vocals, and physically be every instrument simultaneously? I’m a one woman show. Now, if I could only get it all to harmonize and sound “good…”

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