So yeah. Drummers. What is it about them? I mean, Lars Ulrich TOTALLY made Metallica. Then, the drummer from Bon Jovi, Guns 'N Roses, and then, HELLO, Nick Jonas. Yeah, the drummers totally make the band.
And there's something so...so...intriguing about drummers and the way they can make their arms and legs all do different things all at once. It's so freaky. Especially to my blonde mind that can't pat my head and rub my tummy at the same time.
Saturday night, our church had a praise and worship mass, replete with a band. With a drummer. A 16 year old, adorable drummer. At one point, I glanced over at my sweet 11 year old daughter and noticed her captivated by the band and for a second, for just one fleeting, warp speed second, I saw my life flash before my eyes.
That drummer? (I honestly don't know if she was looking at him, or just taking in all of the talent up on that makeshift stage...) That drummer is about the same age difference from Belle as the Mr. is to me. *faint*
It was like all of a sudden, in blurred, psychedelic colors, my mind brought me forward 20 years to the drummer and Belle and marriage and grandkids and OH MY. I may have had a mini, second long panic attack, because just as quickly as those blues and greens and reds flashed through my mind, I was back in church, more closely scrutinizing just who Belle was looking at and *how* she was looking.
I'm happy to report, I didn't see anything but innocence...no googly eyes, no blushing, no dreamy look on her face, so I'm thinking, or at least choosing to believe, that she was just captivated by the talent in front of us.
I caught myself staring a little too...I mean, HOW do they thump that bass and rap on the snare and tap the cymbal ALL AT THE SAME TIME?! I can't wrap my mind around it.
Drummers. They're just kinda special.