I sang last night at Salvatore’s.  A week or two ago, I wrote about the song – “When I Dream”.  It’s one I’ve wanted to sing for many years.  The words come from the mouth of a woman who has all the material pleasures of life … but is alone.  Last night the mouth was mine.

My memorizing of the last few weeks met with a wall.  There was one line that my mind couldn’t absorb (the second one here) …

I can be the singer or the clown in every room

I can even call someone to take me to the moon

There I was yesterday afternoon, saying those lines over and over, usually being stopped at the word “call”.  It wouldn’t flow from my brain.

I imagined the evening.  The message is so sad, so human … and I didn’t want the moment to be spoiled for the audience by me standing there searching for a word.

What to do?

Change the word, Bruce!

And so I did.

I can even ask someone to take me to the moon

My mind nodded.  Yes.  Further practice revealed the new combo to be natural.  I walked onto the stage with a smile.  The folks in chairs would hear a woman’s anguish and yearning.

And they did.

But when I dream, I dream of you
Maybe someday you will come true