My guilty pleasure is blasting 80s classic rock – and playing air guitar while
singing yelling along. The lack of a sexy, raspy, rock-chick voice and the inability to play any instrument beyond the classic (and very un-rock) piano means my dreams of rockstar-dom have had to contend with staying there – in my dreams. Still every once in awhile, it’s fun to dress the part. (In this case, I was dressing to theme for the opening night of Rock of Ages in Singapore.)
Fake it till you make it, right?
Rock never dies!