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THE WORLD'S STAGE — Tell me if this scenario, or one very close to it, has ever played out for at any point in your life:
You're sitting in your car/shower/bedroom/company Christmas karaoke party, and your jam comes on. The one you know by heart. The one you're fairly certain was written specifically for you even though it was released when you were barely out of diapers. The song sings to your soul, which means your soul forces you to sing it out loud.
You begin to belt out the words, your instincts take over and you're not yourself any more: You are the music.
As you sing the notes, and you get a little light-headed from the strain on your vocal chords, you begin to have an internal monologue: "I am slaying this song. If some record producer were walking by, she'd give me a contract on the spot. If the original artist were here, he'd give a standing ovation, pausing the applause only to wipe away a tear. I sound amazing."
Sound familiar?
Well, I hate to break it to you, but you don't sound amazing. In fact you likely sound like Walter Geoffrey the Frenchie in this video.
The title of the video is "Rude Interruption," but I don't think that's fair. I think Walter just heard the music of his heart and started singing. When that happens, it doesn't matter who's on the phone, all that matters is this is your tune and it needs to be heard.
Sing it loud and sing it proud, Walter. We hear you and we are singing right along with you.
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