Remember when I told you that Scarlett hates my singing? Well, I think we’ve worked through it. Turns out she just hates my belting because it’s too loud. Fair enough. So, we’ve come up with a solution: when I’m practicing she either hides in the closet or stays upstairs. Judgers, this is not Privet Drive. The closet is ginormous with two dollhouses and a cupcake kitchen in it, so it’s not like she’s doing hard time. Sometimes I go in there to hide too. Anyways, I’m working on a new song, and I decided to videotape (Is that still a word?) my practice session so that I can better identify things I need to work on. I hastily set up my phone and started recording. These are the moments, friends. Instead of something useful, I managed to record a metaphor for my life. Oh, life, you so funny.
- You’ll notice that I am completely out of focus with no head,
beltingscreaming on pitch. Just an average day.
- What is in focus and in the foreground? Scarlett’s _____. It doesn’t matter what it is, just know it’s Scarlett’s. Enough said.
- I’m scraping for those low notes at the bottom. Just like I’m scraping the bottom of my patience. And sanity.
- Note the headphones. That’s the only way I can hear. If I want to concentrate or sleep, I need to block out all noise around me.
- I’m gesticulating to emphasize something that only makes sense to me. “Am I crazy?” I ask myself. Don’t answer that.
- At the very end of the video, about 0.5 seconds after the last note, Scarlett tells me where she’s put Leo. Ah, the joys of parenting.