She’s been playing guitar and singing with School of Rock for quite some time. After my important life-lesson on 90s music, she chose The Best of the 90s show this fall. She performed in the show today.
She sang lead vocals on “Buddy Holly” by Weezer, “Don’t Look Back in Anger” by Oasis, and “Meet Virginia” by Train. She sang back-up vocals on “Under the Bridge” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. She played electric guitar on “Mr. Jones” by Counting Crows, “Only Wanna Be With You” by Hootie and the Blowfish, “Fly Away” by Lenny Kravitz, “Fake Plastic Trees” by Radiohead, and “Jumper” by Third Eye Blind.
I sat in the audience, sometimes close to the stage staring up at the amazing girl that is my daughter, with my breath mostly caught in my throat. There she stood and swayed, played and sang, all the music that means something and anything to me. The music that I often play when I’m lost in thought or feeling about my journey with her and apart from her. The music that both lets me escape and brings me back.
The feelings washing over me all evening felt intense; the challenge came in letting myself feel them, understand them in that moment. I felt relieved when we walked out into the cool January air, but so very grateful for the chance to see her in what is so very obviously her element.
I knew she was cool before tonight, but I now know that she’s cooler than all of us. Cooler than we could ever hope to be.