There are times driving somewhere when I hear an amazing song come on. Like TiK ToK by Ke$ha (who? Why is there a dollar sign in your name?) or In My Head by Jason Derulo (again, no idea who this is – I had to google the lyrics). While the words are something I cringe over when I actually listen to them (really, touch my junk? How about personal boundaries? Or looking for love in a club? How about looking for a reason to visit the Dr. in a few weeks with an unidentified rash?), the beat is fantastic.
Everything about the song screams, “DANCE” so (usually at a stoplight) I sing at the top of my lungs while using the steering wheel as a set of drums and imagining myself on stage in front of a thousand people screaming my name while I rock out in a skin tight outfit with 5 inch heels and know that my jet plane is waiting outside and the next day I wake up the most famous singer in the whole world with a smokin’ body and a half a billion dollars tap my foot along to the music and nod along.
Sometimes, I even roll down the windows to get the “wind blown” effect in my hair.
Then I get to the grocery store, and me and my mom jeans get out of the car. Sans 5 inch heels. And I pray that no one is in there that was next to me at the stoplight.