Growing up I daydreamed all the time about becoming a famous singer. I imagined sold-out concerts, traveling the world, people telling me how much my music meant to them. I couldn't wait to grow up! Okay so I get it, what girl didn't want to be the next Brittney Spears (pre mental break down of course) at one point in their childhood? But it was different for me, at least that is what I told myself, because I would overcome unimaginable odds in order to reach my "destiny". It didn't matter that I couldn't tell the difference between two pitches for the life of me, this would only make me stronger. I figured if people can learn to play the piano with their feet a possibly tone deaf girl can learn to sing. I say possibly because I have not actually been diagnosed with Amusia, only told that I am by most people who have heard me sing and an online test.
I didn't mind that friends and family laughed when they heard what I wanted my career to be, that would only make my "E True Hollywood Story" that much more inspiring. I shouldn't say I didn't mind, more than once my ego was a little bruised when I didn't get the reaction I was hoping for. I still remember when my brother, who had recently taken a required choir class at school, attempted to teach me Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do. I thought I was doing well and hitting the right notes I guess my mom thought differently. She had to pull over to side of the road, the tears from laughing so hard had blurred her vision. This not-so rare response didn't make me waver, or question my decision to sing, nor did someone telling me my singing makes their ears bleed. Maybe they are just not the type of audience I am shooting for. Hellen Keller once said "keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow". Maybe my retinas have been burned a bit but I still try to do just that, not only when it comes to my singing but in all aspects of my life. After all, if I am not known for the beauty of my voice, I can always be the next William Hung from American Idol.