Songbird

I just watched “One in a Million”, the reality-show that aims to unearth the best singer known to Malaysia. And I’m like….awed….these folks have really, really good pipes and great talent. Hats off!

Sighh…if only I was blessed with the same gift. I swear if I can sing like Mariah Carey, I won’t be writing this blog. Someone else will do it for me!

You see, I’ve always wanted to pursue singing. It started years ago when I was probably 6-years-old. My parents brought me to this local fair, and there on the stage, I saw this girl, about my age, singing with gusto “Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head”…and I was like, KaPOww!! I wanna be just like her!

So, fast forward to a few years later, when I was about 12-years-old, I saw a newspaper ad looking for talented young singers to audition. “It’s now or never…” innocent Rena muttered. Since am too juvenile to drive at that time, plus I didn’t know where the audition place was, I figured my mom was my only connection to stardom! But heck, she first needs to be sold on to the fact that I really had some raw talent! So I crept downstairs, took a peek at what she was doing, and figured my next move…I mean, timing was everything!

So, there she was busy marking papers. I thought what better way to relieve her stress by serenading Mom with my vivacious vocals! So slowly, I opened my mouth….the notes flowing gently at first…gradually rolling to a crescendo…

….and then….

“Rena, stop that awful CROAKING, or get outta here!”

Gulp.

So, fellow readers…you see, I grew up thinking I had IT, the vocal prowess…but in actual fact, I was a very confused girl, with a big over-active imagination…but hey, at least I had some self-confidence to boot! (heck, if it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have sung for my mom!)

I guess am destined for the sleazy karaoke joints lah….

Ribbit.

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