Kid at heart

Some people think I am silly. But usually, I don’t care. I love silly songs. I love singing anytime. Anywhere. And I really do mean anywhere. I was standing in line at cafeteria singing songs in Portuguese from my Capoeira class. Yeah, I get funny looks. But I feel good.

I can’t dance, but I wish I could. I try to. I make others laugh at me just because it makes them feel good.

I’m an entertainer.

Of course, I want to entertain in print too. Is that so wrong? But more than that, I want to evoke. I want you to take the journey with me. I want you to enjoy yourself and get wrapped up in the trip that you didn’t notice you were falling in love/hate with the characters. It would be devastating to me if you didn’t react at all. If it’s a laugh or groan at my expense, it’s okay. I’d love it if you cried when she finally kisses him. I would be thrilled if the surprise was on you, as well.

It really goes to show that the kid in all of us wants our picture on the fridge. We just want to be noticed. Right?

Tags: Art, dance, fridge, kid, laugh, sing, sponteneity, Writing