I have a need. It's itching up deep inside of me, and it is threatening to explode. So much in fact that I am finding myself in embarassing situations a bit more than I should.
See, I used to, in my previous life, be a theater-dork. Acting? LOVE! Singing? LOVE! Directing? LOVE! Running lights? Well, ok, if it means I can hang out in the theater. Build sets? Hand me a a power tool! You get the idea.
And in the past, I managed to stay integrated enough in the theater world to keep my insane need to be on stage at bay. I acted/stage managed/directed/did makeup, etc etc in college. Heck, I have a fancy certificate from BYU that proudly declares I graduated with a theater degree for crying out loud.
Then we moved to Wisconsin, and I promptly started directing high school shows, then children's theater. Then we moved, and then it dwindled to just in the summer. Then we moved again, and now: NOTHING!
And so, since I have no outlet (Birthing mothers do not appreciate my offer of doing a little diddy to any show tune of their choosing) I have taken to belting out songs places I shouldn't. Like whilst pushing a cart at Walmart. I'm all, "Look Henry! Snow-in-a-can! IT'S A HARDKNOCK LIFE FOR US! No Spencer we don't need more candy! FOR US! IT'S A HARDKNOCK LIFE FOR US! Where is Oliver's binkie?"
Or, when the muses move me to sing loudly in the car, and the song isn't over when I get to my destination (you know, Walmart) so I HAVE to finish the song. So I do. I'm all, "THE TREES ARE BARE AND EVERYWHERE THE STREETS ARE FULL OF STRANGERS!" as I unbuckle my brood.
And I'm so danged good, that people stare.
Or pretty much every moment of every day I've got a show tune rattling around in my brain and my only relief is to LET IT OUT. So I do.
It's sad. It's to the point that I have considered seeing if there is ANYTHING I can audition for here in Vegas that does not require my getting naked. It's THAT BAD.
So, I gotta go clean the toy loft (which I have been swearing to do for days) and sing, "Defying Gravity" at the top of my lungs, Glee-style, whilst doing so. If you call me, and I don't answer, rest assured it's because I'm puttin' on QUITE the show.