My love for singing is affecting my water bill. I wish that could blame the extra water I use for my new garden -that I just started two days ago- or the huge piles of neverending laundry we produce, but I know that I caused this madness with my “just one more song…” nonsense.
Since the acquisition of both a portable, shower-safe Bluetooth speaker and my Spotify music app, my shower has become my main stage. I mean, I sing aloud elsewhere, sure, but since I have a slight struggle with stage fright, my performances are limited to very tiny audiences. (Though I do hoard far too many different varieties of shampoo and conditioner, and they have registered no complaints.)
For me, being in a household which now has been reduced to six males, including my uppity 14-year-old cat and the part-time joyful little pug (who is really my daughter’s, but since she lives across the street and works longer hours, he is usually here with his Mimi), this shower-time is my alone time. It is when, aside from the occasional door-knocks for something ridiculous, I get to be The Shower Diva of Taylor, Pennsylvania. We have two bathrooms, so I don’t want to hear that I am hogging anything.
It is somewhat fitting that I love to sing as much as I do, because my “man-friend” (“Boyfriend” seems odd for a 51-year-old), Joe, is a musician, along with being a full-time OT. He currently plays guitar and sometimes sings in two cover bands, one of which is actively doing local gigs, and the other is of late getting in a few practices when they can manage. Although he is clearly the more talented performer of the pair of us, and I will not be found on stage anytime soon, we share that love for music to the point where life seems to always have a soundtrack. If he’s not playing one of his guitars or bass, we are listening to recorded music, or I’m on my keyboards even (another thing I only do for an audience of one), and I’m singing my heart out… this household is rarely devoid of some sort of background noise during the waking hours.
As I look at this month’s water bill, I realize I have to find a new venue for my longer sets. I wonder if my audience will miss me when I start touring the kitchen coliseum, or the garden arena. Tap off, of course.
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