We were challenged at Sunday Scribblings to write about swapping lives with someone. I thought about my childhood hero… and what happened along the way! Key of E-flat, if you please…
Barbra Streisand, Only Protestant
I knew I wanted to be
just like Barbara Streisand
when I was six, watching TV
Her voice, her style, her smile, and
her larger-than-life persona
completely captured me
I declare to Mom, “I’m gonna
sing like that, you wait and see”
To grow a Cleopatra nose
a neo-classic profile
To sing in high-class Broadway shows
with quirky, campy style
As Barbra aged, my interest waned
Her voice too perfect, shrill
Her long nails screamed “I’m awfully vain”
I lost the Barbra thrill
We girls have our heroes, true
And mine was quite outrageous
But I became a writer, too
Accessible, contagious
No beefy bodyguards on call
No need to lock my door
Without that fame, I’ve found my all
and still have work in store
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore, Sharp Little Pencil
Sharp Little Pencil 
uponthewingsofnight
This particular prompt is something worth exploring. I’m not sure who I would swap lives with, whether it would be someone living, like the wrestler Chris Jericho, or someone who has passed on, like Miles Davis. Either way it would be fun to flesh out.
Sharp Little Pencil
You should give it a try. I really wanted to be what the title expresses, but didn’t get as far as I wanted because I wouldn’t sleep with producers and I was too timid about my gifts… Yet, I regret nothing. Some of my famous friends have shitty lives, you know? Amy
uponthewingsofnight
Fame is not what it’s cracked up to be. There are many celebrities who feel trapped by the fame they have. I don’t think I could endure the hot glare of the spotlight. The closest I ever got to that was when I was a dj in Portage. Thankfully it was a small enough market to where I didn’t really get hassled, other than one yahoo who decided to use a homophobic slur against me just because I have long hair. Oh well…that is his problem. Brett
Sharp Little Pencil
Brett, I’ve known my share of stars, and they always have hassles simply getting around town. Worried that their child might be kidnapped. Stalkers, the whole bit. I got to just the right place in my jazz – known in musical circles, yet obscure enough to never garner national attention!! Peace, Amy