My name is Dayna LeMasters. You may know me as the girl that pulled up beside you at a stop light singing at the top of her lungs to “Just A Kiss,” by Lady Antebellum. Perhaps you know me as the girl listening to Grease’s “We Go Together” on her iPod, while unknowingly singing and dancing along. Or maybe you walked in on me hairbrush mid-air singing at the top of my lungs to Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On.”
I know what you’re thinking…and yes I was amazing. No record deals yet, but soon I’m sure. This has been going on for years. Since I heard that song “Colors of the Wind” from Pocahontas. I can still see my eight-year-old self sing at the top of my lungs in my room to it…and I can still hear my dad banging on my door screaming, “TURN IT DOWN. STOP IT.”
The man really has no one but himself to blame. The number of times I’ve walked in on him, Bose headphones on, screaming out George Strait songs. I mean he has forever ruined “Heartland” with his voice and air drums. I kid you not, those air drums once made an appearance at a George Strait concert. I once found him singing along to Josh Turner’s “Would You Go With Me” while shoveling snow. I’m surprised he didn’t get a snowball to the face from one of the neighbors.
The other night I walked in on him, his iPad, and “Be Our Guest” playing at an ungodly volume. He looked right at me and started singing. He actually followed me into the living room turned on Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire” and started playing air guitar. It was a fascinating sight to behold.
Well. I’m here to tell you that this problem is apparently hereditary. Today I took my niece and nephew to the museum to see “Born Wild.” Sidebar…that is an amazing movie that everyone should see! In preparation for our drive downtown I created an amazing playlist for the drive. It included Bieber (of course), Taylor Swift, and Disney, Disney, Disney.
The kids were listening and asking questions, “What is this song Auntie?” Then I pulled out the good stuff…LION KING. Before the song started I asked, “Do you guys know this song?” When the first “Nants ingonyama bagithi baba” came on they both screamed, “YES!” And then it happened, my adorable nephew Zach belted out “Nants ingonyama.” It sounded more like “ANTS!” He sang along to the entire song. I was so proud. He will go far that one, very far.
See you on the commute…I’ll be the one secretly singing along to “Belle” from Beauty & The Beast.
My thanks to Google for providing the correct spelling for The Lion King lyrics. I’m good, but not that good.
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