Dad: "I think you guys should really sing something for our guests." My sisters and me: "Noooo! I don't think so, Dad. C'mon" Dad: "You need to sing! We hear you in the house all the time; how is this any different?" This is somewhat of a routine that happens anytime my family has guests to our house. At this point in the interaction, one of two things happens. Either we sing through the enormous awkwardness, or our Dad lets us off the hook. No matter what, we knew that what our Dad said was true. If a person observed our household on a daily basis, they would hear practically a full concert. My sisters and I constantly walk around the house singing whatever song is in our head, going in and out of conversations singing and talking. One of us will start singing a song and then another one of us will start singing the same song debating over what key the song is in. Although my parents don't have too much musical talent, they have supported us in all of our musical endeavors, and their own love for music helps us bond. My mom always suggests songs to my sisters and me that she thinks would be good for a capella, even though they might not be the best suggestions (it's the thought that counts! ). My dad floods our brains with his obsession of Kelly Clarkson. Our family's culture of music brings us all closer together as we can bond over something we all love.
I probably wouldn't have had any of these experiences if it weren't for my two older sisters, Caroline and Elizabeth, who inspired me at every turn. I remember begging my mom to let me do piano lessons after seeing both of them take lessons. I wanted to be just like them and do everything they did. Desp...
