A song in your heart

Or maybe in your head.

At the range Sunday, Saucy Trollop was shaking the cobwebs off.  She hadn't practiced in a while.  And it showed.   She improved quickly over the session, as usual.

She shared a little secret that helped her improve.  She had an earworm running through her head and surrendered to it while shooting.  The song was Adam Lambert's What Do You Want From Me, but I don't think that's important.  Apparently singing the song in her head alleviated her standard anticipatory flinch. 

I may have to explore this technique.  See if it helps me any.

If you hear the following in the lane next to you, that's probably me:

 I learned the truth at seventeen BLAM!

That love was meant for beauty queens BANG!

And high school girls with clear skinned smiles BANG! POW!... BANG!  (mozambique...)

Who married young and then retired  KABLAM!

The valentines I never knew  POW!

The Friday night charades of youth Click.. Dammit, reload...


{Update:  Try not to pick a song you don't want witnesses explaining to a Jury at your trial after you end up in singing it aloud in an actual self-defense situation, "Yes your Honor, he was definitely singing 'Happy Birthday' as he cut down those muggers."}