sometimes, secretly in my mind, I think I'm an f'ing rock star....

I'll look in the mirror and hear my own personal background music, "Na, na, na, na....You can't tell me NOTHING".

I'll wear the simplest outfit and feel like its super cool because I put my own personal "stank on it". lol.

Last week, I had drinks on the Baltimore Harbor with bgf and best line sister (bls). BGF asked me to sing one particular song.

[Note: I can sing. My sister says my life is like a musical because I sing so much....I secretly (well not so secretly anymore) used to sing a lot just to annoy her. LOL. Interestingly, I hate to sing on command. If you ask me to do it, I'll freeze up. I feel some odd pressure. Anyway, back to the story...]

One song led to another and another and another until we were literally singing on the Harbor. My bgf pumped me and said we should come back out one day with a bucket/can/hat to see how much I could collect singing. ....That could only work if I had a good repertoire of songs that I knew all the lyrics to.

So as I began to google song lyrics, I pictured myself standing on the sidewalk of the Harbor on a warm summer day wearing a pretty dress, singing my heart away, with a can that reads, "Not-so-starving artist; just trying to pay my rent"

I imagined myself looking like my own version of a less eclectic Solange/funky Corrine Bailey Rae/jazzy-Black Lady Gaga.....

Not so sure if it will ever really happen like that. But until then....I'll keep living my rockstar life [in my mind]. LOL. :)