All Star in My Car?

Tonight, I got to sing a solo! I DID!
I was in a 4th of July special, and for the grand finale, we sang "Proud to be an American" (of course).

At the end, I sang this part:

"Well there's pride in every American Heart, and it's time we stand and saaaaaaaaAA-A-AyaaaaaAAAAyyyYYY (just like Celine Dion would)."

I didn't sing that last part that's in parenthesis (that's why I put it in parenthesis).
But wait, that wasn't all. After the choir sang the chorus a couple more times, I got to sing this part:

"I know I'm freeEEE!"................
(Choir, choir, choir)
"I'll proudly staAand up, next to yoOooh."...........
(Choir)
"I love this laaaAaand.".............
(Choir-and-fade)
"Proud to be in the USAaaaaAaaAa."

Pre-filmed fireworks went off behind us and everything!

I'm excited about this solo, and I'll tell you why.
Because, though I've sung a few ditty's in my life, I've never gotten to sing a solo where I felt like I was singing in my car. You know that different persona you take on when you're singing in your car? Oh, YOU know. You blast Whitney's "I Wanna Dance" at volume 47, and somewhere in the middle when your voice is going hoarse, you glance in your rearview mirror, hoping that you're moving your mouth like she does and that your upper lip is starting to sweat? (I know you're nodding your head in understanding, Joel. I remind you, then, don't let go of your dreams. Go out there and grab 'em by the horns, like I did tonight.)

Singing in my car; that's what I was doing throughout tonight's solo. I WAS Whitney. I WAS Barbara. I WAS Celine.
I was better. I was Pauline.