This morning as I got on the bus to go to work, a young man was playing a ukulele. And singing. I smiled at him as I walked passed him. I enjoyed what I heard. After a while, he switched to a guitar. And kept singing. He played for most of my ride to work. I was disappointed when he stopped.
Last year when I first started riding the bus, someone had a radio playing. The driver told him to turn the music off. I understand that maybe not everybody on the bus would enjoy the same type of music. Maybe that was why the driver told him to turn it off. It certainly wasn’t because the music was loud because I could hardly hear it. Maybe there is an unspoken bus policy that there can’t be music on the bus. The driver this morning didn’t say a thing. Maybe that was because it was a different driver.
I wonder what it would be like if, instead of burying our noses in our books, everybody would sing while someone played an instrument. What would the atmosphere on the bus be like? At the end of our ride, would everybody be chipper and smiling instead of somber and grim?
Maybe next time when this young man plays and sings, and maybe if he sings a song I know, maybe I just might join in. Maybe I might encourage others to sing along, too. Maybe . . .
I would totally sing along. I love music.
I’ve always thought life should be more like a musical.
Then, Julianne, you would like this experience I had at work. I was chatting with my student employees (can’t remember about what) when I broke into spontaneous singing where I made up my own words to a familiar tune. They all had big smiles on their faces. I thought that it was because they enjoyed my FABULOUS voice and because my words were so clever. Come to find out, our computer support guy had walked in the room and was standing right behind me with a huge surprised look on his face! I was embarrassed . . .