I don't even have to stop and think about it!
I have always, for as long as I can remember, wanted to be a great opera star, a great soprano, to be precise. They sing. They act (sort of). They dance (in a manner of speaking). They SING! They fall in love. They are loved. They SING! They rage. They emote all over the place. And they usually get to die dramatic, heart-wrenching deaths. While SINGING!
Who wouldn't want to do that?
My mother always had classical music on the radio and record player. Saturday afternoon was always the live Metropolitan Opera broadcast from New York. And she had full recordings of her favorite operas, along with compilation albums of her favorite performers. My earliest musical memory is coming out of my room after a nap when I was 3 or 4, singing this.
I was, of course, singing both parts. (She dies 5 minutes later, in case you don't know.) If I couldn't be a soprano, I wouldn't mind being a tenor. I am, alas, an alto. They have magnificent supporting roles, but don't get the really juicy parts. And while I have a fine voice, I don't have the real gift.
Too bad. It would have been GRAND!