My weak internet connection seems unable to handle the stress of any of the video looping websites I can find on google, and so I suppose I’ll just keep hitting play on the youtube video. While my connection stutters, I write down the lyrics on a nearby piece of scrap paper, despite the fact that they are prominently displayed on the screen. Welcome to neurolinguistic programming. I’ll probably throw out this piece of paper tomorrow and write the lyrics down again.
I walk away from the computer chanting, wondering if I even like this song. What a silly thought; I’m not being paid to like the song.
The piano tells me that I’m in B major. Ugh.
I silence the video and play an A major scale on the piano. Suddenly the high notes are not as problematic and the low notes are more believable. I realize suddenly that I’m alone and sing full voice. The radio is playing something unrelated. I sing at it. Now, I think, I like the song. I make a mental note to ask the band if they can change the key for me. They probably can.
I turn the video back on. It stutters. I don’t turn off the radio.