Cher Impersonator for Hire

One of the hobbies I enjoy most throughout my everyday life is music. I sing quite a bit, or should I say, belt. I’ll tell you that I have an okay singing voice when the volume is at an appropriate level, but once I hit a certain decibel, I’ll admit it becomes very unpleasant.

Due to this, I’m well known amongst my friends for my Cher impression. I have a low range of notes I can hit, so naturally she is my first choice when it comes to choosing a number I can belt all the way through. I just hope to God I don’t sound like this girl.

I sing during most of my daily activities whether I’m cooking, doing my hair, etc. And don’t try to get in my way during shower time. “If I Could Turn Back Time: Shower Style” is one of my most popular performances, occasionally requested by my roommates.

This love for Cher stems from an early friendship my sister and I had with my mom’s best friend’s son (complicated, I know). He’s the most unique, talented person I know, currently living in NYC trying to make it as an actor and singer. He loved Cher as a kid and decided that I, at the age of 10, with my tiny frame of under 70 pounds would make the perfect “Cher” for the shows we put on for our parents. He and my sister threw a jumbled, gaudy black wig on my head making me look like a 40-year old prostitute on the morning after. But once Cher’s music started blasting through our stereo system, the hot pants and leafy fall decorations (in other words, the most bizarre costumes we could possibly put together from our parents’ storage closets) didn’t matter anymore. We were all taken to a place that was filled with so much joy, laughter, and pure enjoyment of our new-found stardom, and I think that’s why I still love theater and music so much today.

My childhood with Cher is something I’ll never forget. It’s funny how much those little weekend shows can affect my life this many years later, but it’s helped me to realize that growing up is about the little moments that still make you who you are. I loved those happy childhood memories, and now, here I am, snapping my fingers to Cher and wondering what will come next.  Do you believe in life after love?