Flutey Spice will not be signing autographs today. 2003-02-08 - 1:22 a.m.
My list of possible things to be when I grow up, at the moment, looks thusly:
-flute player
-flute-playing bum that plays on the street for Dum Dums
-dancer/bartender at Coyote Ugly
-professional witness at a wedding chapel in Vegas
-cat lady
-Professional Dork
After much consideration, I would like to add another option to this list.
Spice Girl.
Obviously, I would be Flutey Spice. In music videos, I would wear my long black recital dress, and my fluorescent green button that says "Flutes do it best!" I would be the cool geeky one that comes up with song lyrics like this:
"If you wannabe my accompanist/You gotta get with Ibert./Concertos last forever/Applause never ends!
If you wannabe my accompanist/You have got to wail./Piano is too easy/But that's the way it is!"
and this:
"Slam your music down and throw it to the ground! Slam your music down and flutey flute flute!"
Although, when I assume my new identity of Flutey Spice, I will not date or marry any British "football" players. I will not date or marry naked guys that run across British "football" fields for Nike commercials either.
Thank you. The career counselor has left the building.