Who am I anyway?
Am I my resume?
That is a picture of a person I don’t know.
What does he want from me?
What should I try to be?
So many faces all around, and here we go.
I need this job, oh God, I need this show.
When I work, I am prone to listen to old musicals as my background noise. I’m not talking about just the soundtrack; I play the movie on a separate tab of my browser semi-listening to the dialog and songs. Musicals are my happy place.
An idea has been rattling around in my head for a while to write an article about the musical Gypsy, about how it’s just a story of self-realization. I mean, “Everything’s coming up Rose!” is basically a song about a woman who’s been the power behind the scenes wanting, for just one moment, to be the star. LOVE IT.
This past week, however, I was listening to A Chorus Line. Similar to Gypsy, it’s a back-to-back tap dancing extravaganza of “please like me!” songs. I was plugging away on some spreadsheet or another, and a remarkable tenor voice rang out:
Who am I anyway? Am I my resume?
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