I love to sing. Nothing makes me happier than harmonizing with someone I care about. My favorite people to sing with are my mother, who has beautiful voice, and Arlette.
For those of you who don't know Arlette, I graduated high school with her. We used to spend hours sitting around a piano or one of our keyboards and sing everything we could think of. It was wonderful. Sadly, she's been in the Philippines for almost two years ago. I miss her and her voice and her expert piano-playing hands. Even if her fingers do that funny double jointed thing.
I'm sure, in a college of 30,000 or so people, that there are plenty of people who can sing. Somewhere out there is someone whose voice will match perfectly with mine, and we could sit around the piano for hours singing everything we can think of, just like I used to do with Arlette.
I have yet to meet this person. In fact, I have yet to meet anyone that is willing to sing seriously with me. I don't mean someone to sit beside in church and sing along with the hymns, or spontaneous sing-alongs while we listen to music. I want to meet someone I can perform with. Someone who is serious about singing and has a voice to match mine.
I feel like I've gone on long enough, even though I'm definitely not done. Maybe I'll write a sequel soon. Get the rest of these thoughts out of my head. For now, be content in knowing that this is a vital piece of my life that is missing, and I'm slowly feeling the music depression sinking in.
Right now I am listening to some good ol' barbershop. Excellent harmonies.
We should jam like the old days when I get home. Though, I wouldn't call it jamming. More like "fumbling-around-the-piano". You're gonna wanna slap me after I tell you this, but I can count the number of times I've touched a piano with my funny double jointed fingers. :(
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