What's your favorite disguise? [/meta]
posted by letter shredder @ 11:59 a.m. on 1/20/2006
"Great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex and sex disguised as love..."
-- Lester Bangs, Almost Famous
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
The Gathering (Non-friction)
We attended a family reunion last Sunday. I am excited to meet cousins from my grandfather's siblings. Expecting only a few people to come, I never really make an effort to dress up. Just decent, to be exact.
By lunch time, we reached a clubhouse in Imus where all the beso-beso and chitchat are expected to occur. Just "decent," I found out that everyone in my grandfather's family from the nth root to the nth level is present and that it was a pool party.
Just after eating lunch, I was disowned not because of how or what I ate. I approached my grandfather's brother to kiss his hand when he asked me, "Whose daughter-in-law are you?"
Well, I don't know either.
There were games that the kids enjoyed. There was a band but I was least interested in their music so I just sat there and enjoyed talking to some of my aunts and cousins. The three ladies singing probably got hungry and offered the stage to anyone who wants to sing.
My mom and dad were asking me to do so. I told them I didn't want to so they quit.
For a while.
My aunt was asked to sing but she refused so I was the next on death row.
I didn't want to create a scene so I silently walked towards the stage. Everyone's eyes were on me I felt like a prey. I asked the guy on keyboards if they know any Alanis song. He said no. Well, what am I supposed to expect? This is a show band. The guitarist advised me to approach the girls on vocals. So I did. Then we settled with one song.
The undying My Immortal by Evenescence.
When was the last time I sang this?
I refused to face the crowd and focused on the guy previously on guitars and now on the keyboards. The people were quiet. They must be thinking, "What the hell is this girl singing?" It's not the best song for a family reunion but the band and me are not on the same wavelength when it comes to music. This is waaaay better than La Cucaracha or Copa Cobana.
So I sang. I'm sure no one would dare to criticize me there and then because I'm family. Before I embarrass myself further, I returned to our table after one song. Thanks to my aunts who clapped afterwards though I'm sure a lot of effort had to go with it (I wonder what they'll ask from me this Christmas).
My sister explained to them I wanted to sing Lacuna Coil. Now, am I supposed to thank her?