SING YOUR LIFE

It was some sort of legend. A partly true story.

It was not a real spectacular story. It was just strange.

As legends go, the story of turning 27 was a doomed one; a magical number where Death hovered behind the door, holding a list of names for them to cross out. Death was always surprising. It deluded dreams and broke hearts, especially when that certain dream was to become a famous musician.

After all, Kurt Cobain, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Robert Johnson, Brian Jones were all victims of Death’s list. All of them were dead before the age of 28. How to feel about this wasn’t fear however, it was more like excitement. It was too surreal for this type of ‘legend’ to make it in reality. It only happened to “Them” after all, those people who were untouchable to the public. To the normal folks, their death felt more like watching a movie, it seemed like make believe.

But then again… “They” were normal people once weren’t they?

Besides, stories of Death or urban legends weren’t really important to six year olds who had big dreams about being better than anyone else who gave them grief and put them down in the playground, where they were either outscored on soccer games or picked last for basketball, or get pounded on in the football field.

As six year olds, to go out in a way where everyone remembered you was golden. It was all innocent but as the days and years go by what becomes of innocent thinking? Does it really fade away? Will it still be lingering and hovering in the back of all their lonely hearts? Does it become a lost memory, like an old film strip forever out of reel?