One of my former jobs involved a long highway commute of about forty-five minutes each way. To pass the time, I decided to learn all the words to Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody and sing along. For hours, I listened as Freddy Mercury belted out an incredible range of notes, jumping in when I knew the words and listening appreciatively when I didn’t.
Eventually, I was able to sing along for the entire five minutes, fifty-five seconds of that epic song. Now, instead of concentrating on learning the words, I could completely immerse myself in the song. I thrashed my head around, made fists in the air, drummed on the steering wheel and made faces appropriate to whatever lyrics I happened to be singing.
I was the unknown fifth member of Queen! I was Freddy Mercury’s long-lost younger sister, Frederica Mercury!
One day, as I was driving home from work, I was in Bohemian Rhapsody rock ‘n’ roll bliss. Until I glanced over and saw a white van in the lane to my left. It was filled with people, and they were all staring at me with huge grins on their faces. They waved. Embarrassed, I waved back weakly since that’s pretty much all I could do.
I took the next exit. It wasn’t mine, and I got right back on the highway at the next ramp, but it was the best I could do.
Yes, it was embarrassing, but would I do it again? Heck, yeah!