Saturday Michael and I decided to go to Bamberg for shopping and such, but only after the laundry was done and various other little around the housey things.
He left the apartment for what seemed like would be a long time.
And upon his stepping out, I decided to step in to the shower.
I was soaping up, and as I covered my hair in suds, I suddenly got a song in my heart.
One that I couldn't keep inside.
I think showers MAKE people sing. Not for nothing, we've all seen The Flintstones. Fred singing in the shower and was struck with real vocal talent...
In my heart of hearts, I believed the suds, the steam and the echo would turn me into Madonna.
So there I am belting out:
You've got to make him
Express himself
Hey, hey, hey, hey
So if you want it right now, make him show you how
Express what he's got, oh baby ready or not
Express yourself
You've got to make him
So you can respect yourself
Hey, hey
So if you want it right now, then make him show you how
Express what he's got, oh baby ready or not
I'm not saying I was using the body wash bottle as a microphone. And I'm not saying I wasn't. But my eyes were closed (to prevent soap getting in the eyes but also to testify), and the Hey hey's were coming from the heart. I rocked the whole song. The scent of olay body butter with ribbons cheering me on. The water spraying sounding like fans going wild
And after I finished holding out the last note...
I heard giggling "Hey Honey. I'm uhm...home. Just didn't want to scare you. Keep expressing yourself."
I opened my eyes, I put my microphone to my side, my cheeks blushing.
I didn't even know I how long I'd had an audience...
But I think I can pretty much say I have at least one fan.
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