Your parents want you to perform for the company.
You are three years old.
You hesitate, but they insist.
“Mommy and Daddy want you to do your song.”
Resistance is futile. You take a deep breath, stand up in front of the company,
And away you go.
The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout…
With perfect pitch and appropriate hand gestures.
Tentative at first, you rapidly gain confidence, and then hit your stride.
You are knocking it out of the park.
Your performance ends to enthusiastic applause.
The compliments are effusive.
“That was just wonderful!”
“Are you sure you’re not seven?”
“You are so good!”
That last one really hits home. It’s a loftier level of accolade.
You are more than talented.
It’s a memorable moment. Everyone’s saying you’re terrific. And because you’re three…
You believe them.
Later when you’re eighteen, maybe younger,
You assemble your family, and you make an announcement:
“I am going into show business.”
Your dumbfounded parents reel with confusion.
“This is so unexpected!”
“How did it happen?”
“Where did she get this from?
For a possibly helpful clue,
Please return to Line One.