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"There's no half-singing in the shower, you're either a rock star or an opera diva." - Josh Groban
I was afraid- it was a petty thing to be scared of, and yet frightened I was. I was deathly afraid of being overheard singing in the shower.
So there I was, cold and shivering, standing in the shower of the boy's locker room. I waited for that last click of the bathroom door, so I would be alone, and then, and only then, would I begin to serenade the showerhead.
Finally, there was a small click, and I was sure I was alone. I started on a cover of the Beatles' song, All you Need is Love, and I thought I was pretty good at it too. Just as the final chorus came on, and I was really into it, I heard a small snicker, something that made my blood run cold.
"Tom is that you?" It couldn't have been more embarrassing if it had been a girl, who had made her way into the boys' locker room. Actually, it was much much worse. John, the school bully, and all around jerk, was somewhere in the locker room, laughing at me and my secret passion.
I lowered my voice, trying to make it more deep than it was. "Uh, this is not Tom. You have the wrong shower.
More snickering, and no reply. I awaited, having more sweat on me than water from the shower.
"Tom, We know it's you in there." Great. That meant there was more than just him out there. More sweat, more worry.
"Uh, nope. Sorry." This time I made my voice go into falsetto, trying to make the situation better. Unfortunately, it made it worse.
It was now a full blown out laugh, and I could swear the whole soccer team was in the locker room with me, listening to me in the shower.
"Hey! Do you know Bohemian Rhapsody?" Some unknown voice requested, and swallowing, I followed as he asked.
I sang, still sweating buckets of drops everywhere. After a while people clapped, and I was speechless. They had liked my singing?
"Do another! Do another!" My best friend, Doug, yelled out, and I picked another one, and began to sing again.
I'll admit, it was a little awkward to be standing there, showering with everyone outside, listening in on my concert-like performance, but I enjoyed it nevertheless.
By the time I stepped out in my towel, everyone was gathered around the small shower I had just been in, and they were congratulating me as I walked by. I got many pats on the back and several hoo-rahs, but I beamed, excited that I wouldn't have to be embarrassed about my hobby of singing in the shower.
"You are a rock star!" Doug gave me the rock on sign, and some others nodded their head in agreement.
"No! He's an opera diva!" John decided, and I raised an eyebrow.
'Opera' or 'Diva' didn't really fit my description, but a title was a title, and I would take what I could get. Plus, I had gotten over my fear, and that was what really mattered.