Perhaps "barely gay" is a bit of a misnomer.

Humor me.

So's, there is this lonely little fat kid in Louisiana who discovers and falls in love with a broadway cast album. He obsessively learns every lyric, the phrasing, the nuances. He posts videos of himself singing one of the songs on Youtube.

So's, there is this guy who wrote himself a broadway musical about growing up and having dreams. Well, he see's this kids' video and sends the kid a couple of emails of appreciation.

The kid's gotta be in heaven, hearing from someone whose work you respect so much.

So the kid pesters his Mom to take him all the way to New York to see the matinee show on Thanksgiving day.

After the show, the creator/star of the show meets the kid at the stage door. He has asked all of the cast and crew stay at the theatre. He takes the kid on the set, the song starts and he has the kid sing the song. He gently guides the kid to the correct points on the stage. He is obviously crazy-happy for this kid to be having this experience.

Full orchestra, full cast, full lights. An all out broadway production number. Starring this little kid from nowhere. And the kid does a good job! Just by not pooping his pants on stage.

This post ain't about a showtune. It is about all those dreams, big and small, that we are made to believe cannot happen. It's about believing your cheese and beer soup will win first place at the cheese and beer soup festival. It's about attending, and winning the international solitare championships. It's about quitting smoking. It's about getting off your ass and enjoying yourself. It's about ignoring those voices telling you it can't happen.

Watch this video. Ignore that it is broadway. Ignore that it is a Hip-Hoppity song. Just watch that kid getting his dream. And watch the star of the show behind him. He is getting one of his dreams too.



Now, back to being barely gay. After I delicately dab away the tears softly streaming down my face.