Today is Monday Memories and I have been instructed to write about a musical memory. I have so many I could barely focus long enough to pick just one. Then, last night, when I was watching The Oscars, John Travolta reminded me of the movie Grease. I have seen that movie so many times that I have lost count.
It all started in 4th or 5th grade. I watched it over and over and over again. I mean, every morning for weeks and weeks. I was obsessed with the transformation of Sandy from goody-two shoes, to curly-haired, hot, black pleather wearing, smoking Sandy. It gave me hope that one day I might be “cool” too.
The fact that the cool kids in the movie were all kind of loser-like never crossed my immature mind. I mean, there was the beauty school drop out, the guy who was probably 30 years old, but still went to high school and raced cars at night, and then there was the almost date rape seen at the drive-in movie.
I think it was the music that got me more than anything. I love to sing, even though I am terrible at it. I wanted real life to be a musical. I wanted to break out and sing a love song when my heart got broken or have a sleep over / pillow fight where songs erupted on a whim. It all seemed so fun and exciting. The drama and angst of the teenager years fascinated me. I still love the movie. As a freshman in college I actually wrote a paper comparing and contrasting the movie to the original theater script. My focus was on women’s issues and how they were portrayed differently in each media form based on the time they were created. I got an A-. Ten points off for being late.
Anyway, that musical devotion took me on many paths. I was in drama club in high school and participated in theater productions and sang in the chorus. A few years ago I was in a local play and actually had a singing solo. It was really scary because I am not a singer, but also really fun because it scared me to death and I did it anyway!