We all just wanna be big rockstars...

When I was little I wanted to be famous.  I wanted to star on a sitcom with Micheal J. Fox and Ricky Schoeder and have a little bit of room at the end of the show where I could belt out show tunes.  That was my life goal and you can quote me on that.

I grew up thinking I could sing.  I would sing whenever I could.  I joined chorus and would sing my heart out.  I was in the Wizard of Oz in the ninth grade, when an acquaintance of mine told me I couldn't carry a tune.  I was all, "Oh hells no, you just didn't say that!".  I had also taken piano lessons for some time by that point and realized that I wasn't the Broadway Star that I made myself out to be.  I was CRUSHED.  I didn't sing a note for a long time, that was how devastated I was.

I opened my big mouth shortly after I turned 21 and belted myself some Britney Spears at a karaoke night.  I must have done okay, because the teeth-less dudes at the bar didn't throw anything at me.  I then got a life, worked 60 hours a week and popped out three kids.  I sang a lot of Laurie Berkner and Fergie in that time period.

My next door neighbors, whom I love, have three adorable little girls, the oldest being eleven, I think.  She is also an aspiring pop star, so she has Sing Star for Playstation 2.  I can't even tell you my love of the Sing Star.  It transpires this universe.  It transpires my love of a new camera, it transpires my love of boxed wine.

Okay, so it doesn't surpass my love of boxed wine, but it sure is up there.  I literally ripped the microphone out of my adorable little neighbors hands and declared the Play Station 2 mine.  I belted out Blondie, Madonna and perhaps even a little Duran Duran.  It was scary, I could not be stopped.  I was in love.

Then our Playstation 2 died and we got the Wii.  My dreams of another Pop Star career were dashed.

The dreams were crushed until today, my best friend bought Sing Star Amped.  I am pretty sure I am addicted.  I couldn't bring myself to leave her house. I felt like a junkie, "Just one more song!", I would cry, just like a crack whore would cry, "Just one more hit man!".  I bombed the Foo Fighters, but kicked Pearl Jam and Radiohead's ass. 

Please, take away anything electronic from me, I am already addicted to the Wii, I don't need to be addicted to Sing Star, although I already am.

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Okay, I think you have read my inner thoughts! When I belt it out in the car I still picture how great it would be to be a rockstar (and sound good when I am singing)!