Guess it's time to start again.

All while I was a kid, I was told how bright I was. Whether it was truth, or, it was just the bullshit they feed kids to make them feel better about themselves, I strove to be brilliant. I started reading constantly, and reading books beyond my "level", apparently. I did all my homework, did the best I could on tests, started writing short stories on my own, anything I could think of to maintain this image of a bright child. Whee for living up to expectations. Ultimately, I failed, and dropped out of high school. Turns out I'm not as bright as expected.

Now, I'm told something else again and again, something new and unexpected, albeit less often and by a smaller number of people. I'm told that I'm a good singer, and I have a pleasant voice. Farce? I believe so. But, I'm told it again and again, and recently, I've begun to feel the urge to try to live up to that expectation and become a great, well-renowned singer. Destined for failure? Don't ask me that, for it is not a positive response.