AutismMumma

Sometimes a piece of music can just transport you back, like a proverbial time machine.

The music I've included at the end of today's #Prose4T did just that. The words will, I hope explain:

Singing into my hairbrush, imagining I'm a star.

The bright lights and the music, I've dreams, I'm sure I'll go far.

Closing my eyes now, imagining the cheers.

Dressed up, make up on, looking older than my years.

Singing with my idol, he turns and gives a smile.

We sing together in perfect pitch. Wow! He has a way with style.

And then the door opens. Light switched on, I'm back down to earth with a bump.

"Stop that singing! I'm trying to work!" Dream over, I slide onto my bed and slump.

Until next time the track comes on, I'm back to my studies and books.

How do these singers get their big breaks? It's all about being in the right place and the "look".

Fast forward a few (?!) years and the song shuffles onto my phone, I'm transported immediately back.

I might be on the school run, but in my mind, I'm that teenager. Singing along in the dark to that track.

Teenage dreams eh?

This post is made all the more poignant after reading the #Prose4T entry here http://www.vevivos.com/2013/11/21/prose-for-thought-a-guest-post-in-recognition-of-anti-bullying-week. Izzy Dix, a young girl who (no doubt) had so many similar teenage dreams and aspirations, driven by senseless bullying to take her own life.

Here is the link to the online petition:

And here's the song I used to (and still do sometimes) warble along to: