My Rockstars



I have a secret wish, a secret dream...

I'm singing on stage, the crowd is singing along on the top of their voices...
the atmosphere is electrifying..
sweat beads streaking down my forehead..
my eyes sting from the contact with the salty beads of joy being released from my skin...

I'm jumping, a little out of rhythm because I'm going a little delirious...
its like an epiphany...
like being alive in a way you can't really ever remember or re-enact.

Its the music interlude,
I just finished a note that ends in a "Ahhhh..."
and the crowd screams for the musicians (or me.)

I throw myself (figuratively) into the raised arms of notes, beats and grooves...
and let it take me to whichever, wherever...
I turn and smile, and they smile back.
My two cousins.
We're making music together.

And our mothers are seated on the 3rd row, (cannot 1st row cause they shy.)
and they're actually smiling...
even though in my mother's head.. she's thinking "siao char bor..."
Their lips are pursed,
and no one else can see it except for us...
they're smiling.

What a great dream.
Oh, now its no secret.

Let's make it come true.