Jayne here…
Recently I went to see a good friend perform at a local music venue. I enjoyed the music, and I was noticing my personal reactions to the performance. First, I must confess that I am in awe of what my friend does. She writes wonderful songs and sings them brilliantly. My secret creative desire (well, not so secret these days) is to write music and perform - has been for years. I’ve learned to sing pretty well (or so folks tell me), I know a little guitar and piano, but up until now have not followed through with that next step into writing my own material.
This is not the first time I have seen my friend perform. Last night she was superb. Her lyrics seemed right on the money and her voice, clear and beautiful. She easily accompanied herself on guitar. I found myself drifting off into a sort of reverie of "what if?" My admired friend is the closest model I have for my creative life. I found myself imagining myself in her shoes; thinking about what it would feel like standing on the stage beaming at friends, relatives and adoring fans. I imagined what it would feel like to sing with such confidence and joy, reveling in the words and songs I’ve written. I imagined enjoying the community who are singing along with particular favorite songs of mine. I felt joy and excitement at the prospect.
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