If I Could Be Famous

If I could be famous for something, I think I’d like to be famous for writing and singing amazing, inspiring music.

I don’t just want to be a diva. I would want my music to tell a story, to change lives. I would want my songs to be in the heart of everyone who heard them. I would want to be renouned for my vocal range, my creative ability, my skill, my craft. I would want to be known as the performer who rarely had to lipsync (let’s be honest – amazing dance routines require lipsyncing!).

I would want people to choose my songs for their first dances as husband and wife. I would want people to listen to my music to help get over a heartbreak or grief. I would want my music to comfort.

I would want my music to get people up and make them dance. I would want to be famous for my ability to write a damn good danceable, singable tune. I would want to rock a Girl’s Night Out mix CD.

I would want to be known for my family values. For my good character. For charitable works and respect for
my peers. I would want to be known for always wearing tasteful, beautiful clothing. I would want to be
known for not showing my hooter everywhere, threatening my ex-girlfriend or generally having a mental breakdown.

That said, realistically? I don’t want to be famous. If I had to be famous, I would want it to be for my music, my good character. But I’d much rather sing in the car, have fun at karaoke, and live a nice little life with my nice little family and my nice little job(s). I want to make normal family memories and enjoy my Sunday morning breakfast without a thousands of flashbulbs washing out the sunrise.

What about you? Do you want to be famous for peeling a banana with your toes? Crazy dance moves? Amazing charitable works? Your beauty? Your interesting death? Your amazing blog?