I used to think I was pretty hot stuff. Well, let’s face it, I am hot stuff. But in a different way then I thought I was when I was twelve.
See, when I was twelve, I thought I would be this great lip sync-er. I don’t know where I got this idea, but one day it popped up and I just went with it. Could have been my calling. You never know, right?
So my brother and I had this crappy digital video camera thing called “Digital Blue” that connected to our computer. And with this incredible piece of technology I would turn on my favorite songs, all of which I knew by heart, and then I would mouth the words as I danced. The dancing was worse than the lip syncing, if you can imagine.
Fun fact: The Lizzy Macguire Movie taught me that it looked more convincing if you actually sang a little bit while you lip synced because you actually were singing, just no one could hear your awful voice. I suggest you watch this movie for more great life tips. I still own it if you want to borrow it.
Anyways, back to the story. Before my brother got a new computer, I think there were at least twenty of these videos, each more ridiculous than the last. I covered everything; from Brian Adams to Hilary Duff, from Goo Goo Dolls to whatever weird music I listened to at the time. If I wasn’t so disgusted I would be impressed by my own perseverance.
Moral of this story: If you think you’re good at something, get a second opinion. If they think you’re good at it too, ask three more people. If all four of the people you’ve asked think you’re good, you either have really nice friends or a chance at your own reality show. Fame, here I come!
Oh. Wait. I didn’t even get the first person to tell me I was good. There goes that dream.
Have you tried cheerleading?
Shush, you.