Just suck it up

So the other night I did something that went against the grain.

I sang while we were playing RockBand.

I don't normally sing unless I'm alone and in my car. I abstain at all costs because of a traumatic experience my freshman year when I was trying out to sing in one of the UA choirs (the director's response: "Ugh, we'll put you in the uh, Community Choir" + big frown = not good). I never thought I was a fantastic singer, although I was proud to make it into my high school's show choir one year--which I didn't end up joining because it conflicted with my Honors English course (yeah, nerd).

So for months of RockBand play I stuck to only the guitar (which I'm OK at) and the drums (which I'm better at) and nothing more. I'm actually not sure why I never tried bass, to think about it.

So I decided to sing on Saturday night. And I did pretty well on the easy songs (99 percent on first try, Weezer). But then it got worse as the evening went on and they threw me to the hard songs (Orange Crush from R.E.M. is fricking awful/impossible).

Why did I do it? Why did I bend the rules of my being?

To prepare for my harp recital, which is coming up on March 29.

I don't know why, but there's something about stepping out of your comfort zone that makes other parts of life seem less scary. So try it sometime. I bet you won't regret it.