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American Idol – I have the courage to try – at least in dreams
I believe I can fly
The story and poem of a young singer’s desire and journey to sing in a school talent show and desire to one day sing on American Idol.
For years, every Wednesday I would pick up my two grandsons and take them to my house for a couple of hours, and on the way to my house, we would sing, making up the songs on the way.
Zane my youngest grandson was the one who liked to sing, and I will always remember. He was about five years old and, one day when he stood on my cocktail table with my microphone in his hand and proclaimed: “I’m going to be a rock star, and change my name to Rocky!” I laughed and told him that I like Zane better. He said then I won’t change my name, and proceeded to sing I believe I can fly. I don't know if the words were the same ones written by the song writer.
The poem in fact:
© by Shyron Shenko
Zane came home from school and asked his dad
Do you know? I want to be in a talent show.
And I really want to know if you would go.
His dad said, son, I did not even know that you could sing
Then come and watch me do my thing
To sing before my whole school is my biggest dream
As he walked out on the stage, you’d think he was the king
When all the little girls began to yell and scream
Singing in the talent show
Zane had realized his biggest dream, got his Honor Society certificate, graduated grammar school and middle school and went to high school where he joined the Coffee House Choir. And, many times a year we went to hear him sing, in musical plays.
Marcus Idol Tryout
I can go the distance at the Coffe House
Troublemakers Final at the Coffee House
The poem in fiction
Zane arrived on the scene
On American Idol to fulfill his dream
And came face to face with thousands of contestants
And most of them with guitars
He thought, are we not here to sing?
As he heard another guitar pling
Where everyone is here to do their own thing
And one by one they left the scene
Just before they put him in the box
To wait for the audition knock
Zane fell down on my knees
Praying God, please, please
Singing in front of these three
He was nervous as could be
To stand before Harry, Keith, J-lo and sing
Is his greatest dream
Then came the knock, and it was fine
Zane stood there and sang his lines
As they said in unison
Sorry baby, not this time
But, you don’t understand
To sing in front of the three of you
Has been my greatest dream
Please give me one more try I ask of you
Then, knock, knock, knock
Zane awoke with a sigh
Could that be for one more try
With another sigh he looked at the clock
Zane, if you don’t get up
You will be late for school
Sorry to wake you from your American Idol Dream
But first you must learn the golden rule.
© 2014 Shyron E Shenko