I overslept and was late for work because of this dream I had. I did not want to wake up. I was unwilling to return to reality not because this dream was so good, but it was a bad dream that I hoped something good would turn up in the end, and it did not come. While I blog this entry, I am still looking for the positives from this dream I had. It all started like this.
I found myself in a singing competition, with the number 5 pinning on my shirt. I love singing and I have always believed that I can sing well. I never have doubt in my ability to sing.
There I was, standing in line with all the other contestants, waiting for our turn to show the audience and judges our best vocal we can squeeze out of ourselves. Only then I realized that everyone has prepared a song and I had no idea what I was going to sing. I began to feel uneasy. I started to look for songs that I could borrow from other contestants, but to no avail. Before long, everyone in the line was looking at me, and the round badge bearing the number 5 buttoned on my suit caught their eyes. It was my turn.
I went on stage, and trying to act cool, asked the band to play their favourite Jacky Cheung song. I have always loved his songs, and I was so confident that I knew all of his songs. The song they chose, I knew the tune, but not the lyrics. I was lucky enough to manage to get hold of the lyrics before the music began.
I started to sing but the words that came out of my mouth were not right, and I was out of sync with the music. I tried so hard to synchronize myself and when I did I went out of tune. After a couple of verses, I finally managed to get into the song but this was when my throat started to feel funny. My throat just refused to make any voice, and it felt so dry that I could barely vibrate my vocal cords. I had to admit defeat for I could not further make a fool out of myself. Gracefully, I muttered the word “Thank You” into the microphone and bowed out.
I put up a strong smiling face when leaving the stage, trying my utmost best to cover all my disappointments and sadness. I wished for a dramatic turnaround in events, but it never happened.
Not even in my dreams.
Now it makes me wonder, was it just a nightmare or was it a premonition?
Only my dream-maker knows.
1 comment:
This is what we call, too much fantasy on becoming next Malaysian Idol.
Pleaes don't be so desperate on your little imagination, go take part next year!
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