My boyfriend, Rodney, and I went to see the movie Enchanted today, along with my sister and brother-in-law, and my best friends Mike and Jen.
Now if anyone knows anything about me they will know that the "fairly tale" romance has been a lifelong friend of mine. I am a girl, after all, and grew up on the Disney classics like Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, and The Little Mermaid, to name a few.
One other thing that most people know about me is that it has been a lifelong DREAM of mine for the world to burst out in spontaneous, and choreographed, song. Having grown up in the world of music, theatre, and musical theatre, and having a romantic heart, the urge to burst out into spontaneous song is something I've had to stifle many times whilst in public.
My best friend Jen and I have constantly nurtured this particular character train within each other. She and I have been singing together since grade five, often performing concerts for ourselves with home-made microphones (constructed of toilet paper tubes, old light bulbs, black socks and electrical tape) off of Jen's balcony. We were sensations and coveted the accolades of our many many fans (which often took the shape of stuffed animals, or our own imaginations, but occasionally of real human beings). Whatever the occasion, whatever the moment, Jen and I could find a song that would fit it perfectly. It was not uncommon for us to burst into song right in the middle of a normal conversation with each other... and occasionally with others. This "song banter" would continue until we either crumpled into hysterical laughter, or succumbed to the weird glances from our family and/or friends (or strangers).
I would be lying if I said that this trait has been "adulted" out of us at the ripe old age of 24. Alas, this particular element of our child-like hearts has been left unhindered by the ravages of time and 'maturity.' It often only takes a glance to set one or both of us off into sweet lyrical mania while the rest of the world contentedly trudges on with 'normal' verbal communication.
Needless to say that after the viewing of Enchanted (which is a brilliant movie, by the way. A new classic that makes me once again proud to have grown up in the classic Disney era) the evening was filled with spontaneous song and laughter. Even the men joined in on occasion.
While I am not silly enough to believe that the world, or even my immediate neighbourhood, will ever burst into perfectly choreographed song and dance, I can't help but feel that it would do the world good to experience the joy and simple FUN of a nice musical moment. I think if more people saw the world in terms of melodies and movements there would be a lot less stress in the lives of the everyday person.
So the next time you feel the urge to burst into song creep into your heart... take a chance. Hum a little tune. Or, if you feel brave enough, sing at the top of your lungs and let the music carry you away to that romantic little world that still hides inside the heart of every girl, no matter how long it has been since the idea of Prince Charming (or Edward, in the case of Enchanted) was smushed out of your heart by that blasted thing called 'reality.'