On repeat

Last Sunday afternoon was a warm day, so balcony doors were opened to let the April air breeze through. With that one subjects oneself to other people's music seeping in. My neighbors are quite musical, I must say. But one stands out. Somehow this one doesn't irk me. This one is special. This one plays Whitney Houston on repeat on a regular basis. I verified this with my housemate. Same song.

"I won't hold it back again, this passion inside... I can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hiiiiiiidde...."

Ah, she does have a voice. It wouldn't be my choice of Whitney song, but it'll do.

I have so much respect for my neighbour. Sometimes we think we are cooler than not when we blast our music, because blasting means imposing it on everyone. But somehow - this neighbour is not going for cool, I don't think. This one is just emoting. I mean, it's Whitney, right? With that song from the Bodyguard? Come on.

I find myself singing it the rest of the day. Although my range is pathetic. But I have Whitney singing along with me to cover me up, and my falsetto's alright.

"Don't make me....." - and the keychange in the middle of the phrase - "cloooose one more door! I don't wanna hurt anymooore...."

And then the lyrics just get better. And by better I mean honest, honestly cheesy.

"Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there
Don't walk away from me...
I have nothing, nothing, nothing
If I don't have you."

To hell with coolness.