Don't wake me now, I'm dreaming
taxidermied posted this, and...really, I'm still kind of speechless.
47 year old Susan Boyle, who is unmarried and lives alone with her cat in a small cluster of villages in the UK, auditioned on "Britain's Got Talent" over the weekend. It had always been her dream to be a singer, and she decided to go for it. When she stepped on the stage, the audience AND the judges snickered and rolled their eyes....and then, she sang.
And by the end of her song, no one was laughing anymore.
I don't care if it makes me sound lame: I honestly cried.
No one thought anything of this woman when she walked on that stage. People took one look at her and judged her, and they judged her wrong. She knew they would, and she did it, anyway. And she proved them all that she could do it. Not only do it, but do it well.
Watching this...I felt so touched and uplifted. This woman waited all her life for a chance, and she finally got it. It makes me feel that maybe...maybe there's a chance for me, after all. Maybe my dream isn't so stupid, or unattainable.
And lately? Fuck. I'll take any hope that I can grasp onto.
47 year old Susan Boyle, who is unmarried and lives alone with her cat in a small cluster of villages in the UK, auditioned on "Britain's Got Talent" over the weekend. It had always been her dream to be a singer, and she decided to go for it. When she stepped on the stage, the audience AND the judges snickered and rolled their eyes....and then, she sang.
And by the end of her song, no one was laughing anymore.
I don't care if it makes me sound lame: I honestly cried.
No one thought anything of this woman when she walked on that stage. People took one look at her and judged her, and they judged her wrong. She knew they would, and she did it, anyway. And she proved them all that she could do it. Not only do it, but do it well.
Watching this...I felt so touched and uplifted. This woman waited all her life for a chance, and she finally got it. It makes me feel that maybe...maybe there's a chance for me, after all. Maybe my dream isn't so stupid, or unattainable.
And lately? Fuck. I'll take any hope that I can grasp onto.