Bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it, bet on it ... Must ... break ... High School the Musical 2 ... repeating ... loop in ..... my ..... head. {Insert sound effect here of a body being sucked from one vortex into another.}
Phew. That was close. Just got back from a double birthday party celebration (my mom's and my own) this weekend, and my 6-year-old niece is addicted to the Disney Channel's ginormous hit movie sequel. And I mean waaay addicted. Like, little Amy Winehouse addicted.
Don't ask me how I successfully managed to escape the first installment of this original TV movie and hit soundtrack, but I did. But the Corbin karma has whopped me on the head this go around. Upon arriving at my brother and sister-in-law's house, I was aggressively hugged and then strapped to a chair in the dark, forced to listen to the entire soundtrack to the sequel twice. At an unearthly loud volume. I think I confessed to some things I did in the 80s, but instead of being released, I was then forced to dance. To one song called "Bet On It" in particular. About 8 times. And then to some Hawaiian themed bonus track called "Humuhumunukunukuapua'a." Then my niece "brought it down" with what she so eloquently labelled as "a really sad song": "Gotta Go My Own Way." Dinner. Cake. A rousing game of Cranium's Hullabaloo. Yadda yadda yadda. Before you knew it, we were all back to watching her favorite scenes from the movie with her own running commentary thoughout, including the blooper reel.
Suffice it to say that when my alarm clock went off this morning, it was playing "You Are the Music In Me" .... until I bolted up in my bed. Phew! Only a nightmare. But, dagnabbit, I soon found myself humming the song in the shower. And if that wasn't bad enough, it was the Sharpay version I was humming. I don't know what upsets me more: that it was her version, or that I simply know who Sharpay is and am familiar enough with her alternate version to be able to hum it.
Am I alone here? Have any of you moms or dads been infected with the HSTM cooties? Can't stop singing their songs? Doing their dances? (Trust me, you haven't lived until you've seen my brother's mad dancing skillz on "All for One." That's right: skillz with a "z.") And be sure to let us know your most embarrassing High School the Musical moment. Anyone been caught singing a tune during a parent-teacher conference or something? Don't be shy. It's all for one on Goody Blog. Your secret's safe with us! ; )
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